Though the weather somewhat prevented an outdoor picnic, causing something akin to a daytime sleep over indoors, the picnic proceeded as planned. My vegetarian Scotch Eggs were not universally derided nor reviled, though they were clearly never going to win any prizes for most delicious treat of the day. The pasta bake I'd put together and refrigerated, weird though it was as a choice, was renamed "pasta cake" and eaten with gusto alongside the actual cake - "Chocolate Mistake Cake".
I felt like I hadn't poisoned anyone.
I could have stayed overnight in Southampton, but it seemed like the best thing to do was not be drunk and get home, ready for the following day's recording. However, first there had to be some script editing and some pizza (my eating is officially a problem now).
It was a very rich and long day, with much company, much fun, and far too many eggs.