Lunch break

A fine paddle for us both then home to learn Daisy’s hired clarinet had arrived. She had spent the last few days bemoaning that she had nothing to do until it arrived. I have sat at my desk serenaded by away in a manger, puff the magic dragon, freres jacques and other such classics. It’s v good actually.

Then a shallow swim at the mercy of the tides with Kate - that’s a full 7 days of swimming that. And a long overdue chat with the lovely ex-boss. And Andrew Marrs modern history program, all about Thatcherism.