And so farewell then rowdy boys.

By mid morning, I had the quiet burble of Max Richter to accompany the rattling windows and swishing curtains as I knuckled down to 6 hours of overtime. I was already missing Stampy's laugh on youtube videos of Minecraft and  the theme music from Robin of Sherwood for the 7th time that day.

By mid-afternoon I'd completed the work and fixed the puncture on the road bike, tidied (a little) and collected the WHW book from the library.

And so to town for the first day alone together since May. It was a joy to be out on the road bike, effortlessly gliding up Broughton Street (OK there was a tail wind) and up to hers for an evening of good food, shite TV and wine.