And so to the office. Brain was paralysed by her nonsense and spent the morning waiting for the lawyer to get back to me. Helpfully, he said just before lunchtime they had in fact received a letter, but it took an hour plus wander around the St Jamesy before I got back for the news...

The afternoon was slow, full of random comments back and forth and eventually I left around 1730 as she was coming for dinner; stopped in at the bike shop to give Neill £85 and thank him for spotting Thursday's cigs on Leith Street.

Halloumi with cranberry and salad bits; tuna with sautee baby new potatoes pak choy and a caper vinaigrette.

I'm in need of sleep.