I'm back in Exeter. The train journey was alarmingly hassle-free. I didn't even have to put my suitcase above my seat and wonder if it'd fall on my head for the whole journey. No-one here, but the lights were all on. I think Mino's away in London for the long weekend, but his bag's in the front room. Plus, one of his friends came to the door and asked if I'd seen him about. Someone's been doing the washing up with pink washing-up gloves. How odd. Odd enough that someone's been doing the washing up actually.