Sailing club for lunch.

Day started with a complete power cut. By the time I'd checked round the house, and peered at the fuse box ("consumer unit" these days) for a while, nonplussed, it had came back on. Then the downstairs toilet packed up.

Things looked up later with a visit with a friend to the café for a prawn sandwich. The sailing club opens to non-members for several days a week, is pleasantly scruffy, and does good coffee.

All plumbers in this area seem to be on holiday. Perhaps they go off together for intense discussions of valves, washers and profit margins.