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Off to meet R&E in their grand suburban pile, and on the way, passing through the mean streets of West Granton we espied billowing smoke. Being engaged citizens we leapt out; there was only one guy there and he’d just phoned the fire brigade. Twas just a garden shed but blimey did it go up. Scorchio!
So, on for good coffee and Eve’s wonderful raspberry and almond cake. Rog, newly enlisted in golfing society, is gradually moving sartorially from prog rocker and scientist to Trumpista. 
Later, got the Honeymoon booked. A place with very obvious similarities to Paris, but not Paris.
Much later, an evening trip to the pontoons as a few more boats had arrived. And there were Dan and Anne, who I worked with some twenty years ago, staying overnight with their wee six month girl, Charly. I took a snap and sent it to the daughter. Ha! I  can sense her fear from afar.