Purely for posterity.

Andrew is ironing.

There could well be snow in May.

Eric Albert has gone to meet Marina. She is a little cutie, skittish and not so keen on human contact. But hey, when some body dumps you on the Yorkshire Moors and leaves you to survive, you aren't gonna be are you?

He peeped at her through the bars of the carrier. I'm sure I noticed a little curl of his lip.