A grey day, and a black day, too.

I spent an hour out first thing, got suitably soak in nothing much more than mist; came home, changed clothes and ploughed on with the day.

Met her for lunch (to the City Arts Centre for a look) and then the joy of post Transformation fall out. I'm OK directly but still plenty upheaval not too far away.

I then visited the nicest house I've been in for a while.

Home, quick turnaround and then to hers for dinner - she did lasagne. I did clafoutis again. And then homeward at 9; an evening where I think we would both have welcomed not being parted - the kind of news that unsettles greatly.