After the 2am phone call from Her (flat across the back green was on fire; turns out an elderly lady who lives on her own had been treated following the fire; nothing too severe, but still unsettling) I struggled to get back to sleep, but I did and was awake around 9.

Set about sorting the flat out for the onslaught that is them there lads who are here for the weekend. (including an abortive / speculative strike on Lidl but the queue was so long it disuaded me and a local Princess from bothering about. Still, we had a 5 minute catch up uin the sunshine)

I fetched them in sunshine, did lunch then joined a monster queue at Morrisons for essential supplies. Such a shame they had to sit outside in the sun and wait for me.

Still a visible police presence in the 'hood, hunting for the miscreant yachtist  missing person-  3 vans at the park again, plus bobbies on the beat.

We strolled home and have been cooking away quietly ahead of the Harry Potter finale. 

It's good to feel well again.