8 pm hand-over

I thought Reginaldo, the day-time gateman, was handing the keys over to the night watch, but it turned out he was giving him some sweets. Also snapped the mother bringing her daughter home (extra photo) - don't think she was pleased, but... 

Feeling curmudgeonly (to borrow a word from PeterDawson28) and getting round to it far later than more sensible people, I finally attempted to communicate with the shadowy forces behind Blipfoto – that is, if there are any. I’ve sent two emails, so had better wait to see whether I get a reply before posting the diatribe I’ve been working up to.

Not a good day. Yesterday, I just scraped the neighbour’s car when moving out of our mews – first time in 40+ years here. By the time I saw her to confess today, she had already arranged for the repair – a cool £125, the same price as the washing machine we were on our way to collect at the time.

Then today, Hurricane Maria discovered that the cat is shedding ticks all over the house – presumably a legacy of the time Dookie spent here. It may explain her ill health, and will involve more expense with a trip to the vet, blood test and medicines. Plus de-bugging the house. Time to start full-time work again – outgoings are multiplying in inverse proportion to income.

On that depressing note, I’ll echo HarryJ with a sigh of “Ah well. Until tomorrow”