The pizzas have arrived. When a couple of staff went out of the main entrance to pick them up, a news crew huddled in the cold, for want of anything more interesting, started filming them. Whenever the story comes around on the 24-hour news channels we keep a sly eye on it, to see if they've used the shot of two women carrying a stack of Domino's pizza boxes in to St Stephen's Lobby in the middle of the night.
The Clerk of the Parliaments came up to see us and thank us for ploughing on. "I'm the cause of all your trouble," he said. "Sorry." I told him in that case he was also the cause of all our pizza, so it wasn't all bad. Really we needed some wine to set everything off, but we're all agreed that sinking a bucketload before the Lords reconvene at 5 would be, at best, injudicious. (Not that that seems to have stopped most noble Lords, some of whom seem over the last couple of hours to have developed an amazing capacity to walk into things.)
On the other hand, popping over to the Press Bar, which is staying open specially until 2, might just hit the spot.