Rug

Up to much noise outside - six police vans parking up. Police then filing out and across to the beach where they then walked along on the search for something. Your local pap was quickly there with his camera but not long afterwards a much more photogenic opportunity arose - a new rug for the front room, the Anta one having got beyond disreputable, even for this house. Very seasidey I do think. Not quite New England maritime; we’re still saving up for that.
The SK dived off for a bit of essential shopping and arrived back having been transported to nirvana as I found later. Waitrose were selling off their poshest chocolates (minsicsule £25 and £35 boxes of Charbonelle and stuff) for a couple of quid each. Is it petit bourgeois to remove reduced stickers? Guilty!
Meanwhile, I was off inserting Osculati markers in to the chain until Keil alerted me from his vantage. Police! I climbed back into the cockpit and was aware they were working their way around the place, rattling the gates. Blimey, I had to lie flat in the cockpit to evade their forensic attention. Eventually they moved off across the plot next to us. Maybe it was all a dream.
Much later, after cake (F’s birthday) and much chocolate, Gangs of London. I’m not sure we’ll stick with it, and it’s extreemely grisly. Let’s hope there is actually a believable character in it down the line. Y’know, a Tyrion Lannister sort of guy.