Friday. To bed after the game and lights out before ten to awaken then at ten minutes to six to do the ‘woke up too early, get ready to head to breakfast’ routine, the air cool, but not overly so, the sky clear, the watering eyes behaving. Arrived before seven, the restaurant open.

Had the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, finishing before nine, heading home under a bright sun to find a new bunch of flowers growing below the school, the usual scooters parked farther on and speed bumps being installed on Euclid, the signs saying no parking today and tomorrow.

Home to find the hard drive where I store my current photographs not showing up on the computer and so editing (sort of) and posting yesterday's entry late to then say to hell with it and lying down to watch more of this Homeland series all the papers have been reviewing on the tablet.

Later. Not good. That hard drive is still not responding so it looks like I'm going to have to take the thing apart. Tomorrow. We've frittered away the afternoon watching episodes of various series on the tablet and all the usual news broadcasts, most of which are freaking me out and all of which are depressing. But then it comes with the territory these days, silly to mention it.

Evening. Lights out by nine-thirty after watching more crap on the tablet. Some days it's all ‘crap’ and some days it's singularly not, so we (the editorial we) if not bitch, then we mumble darkly about it.