The days drift in fogginess. Andrea and mate came to wire in the boiler properly, fit the thermostat. Put up a last light. It was good to get it all done. Shipshape.

Took to watching Smiley’s People this evening on Prime. I used to pass the driveway to Le Carré’s house on the way to one of my Cornish gardening jobs back in the day. Worked in the St Loy mizzle as he sat up on the cliffs above weaving tales.

Tom continues well. Last things to get in the village in the morning. A damp close night to come. Wind and into the red lockdown tomorrow.

They say there will be 60,000 of Italy’s many police corps and forces on the streets and roads doing checks over Christmas. Routine discouragement. Keeping the lid on.