Got to bed about 2230 last night after drumming up some enthusiasm for recycling and, after some interval, finishing watching Sharpe's Eagle with James.

Well, here it is, Saturday morning. Home time. As usual, I'm the only person up, and to make matters worse, despite Spongebob Squarepants' appearance in the schedules last week, I can't seem to find him again. Great weather though. I have an idea that the weather at weekends is, by an large, immune to sod's law, England being the realm of sod's law generally. I've got most of my stuff in a big suitcase, and am sitting around typing this. At 1030 approx, James and myself will wander over to Nina's and request some cushions of her. Awesome.