It's beginning to hit me that I start the Endurance Test on Friday.  Amy from Community Care magazine turned up at 10 to interview me, which she did while Tom took photos and the rain bucketed down.  Heard myself being pretty vague about what I would actually have to live off - pilchards and biscuits? - and thinking aloud about all the practical difficulties.  How will I get about?  Will I have to stop using the phone?  How will I cope when others are tucking in round about me?  What will I feel like? 

Still, it all fits.  Tomorrow I'm off to Swansea on the 6.45 (if floods haven't closed the line) for the launch of the last lot of recommendations from the Independent Asylum Commission - the ones about the real endurance test which goes on week after week for destitute asylum seekers.  We've worked for more than two years on the IAC.  Last night we had a party to celebrate the end of this phase of the work - we didn't know what to do with all the leftover food.

Will I be allowed to dig for out of date food in the bags outside Pret?