A  long day, settling in to report writing whilst keeping tabs on the wanderer who was returning. I woke to found She'd messaged at 2am on the safe arrival in Newcastle. She was up and about around 10 in plenty of time to catch the train home on the final leg back fae Marrakech.

Meanwhile I fielded ever more bizarre correspondence whilst trying to keep up with the paperwork.

At lunchtime I sped off to Her's to use my lunchtime wisely before exiting ahead of the pest control who came to investigate the recent moose problem. 

Alex diabetes quarterly meeting was - OK. He's not helping himself - he skipped a bolus for his lunch yesterday, but also with puberty imminent, that's also going to play merry hell with this insulin levels too. 69 HC1thingy wasn't great but is under the 75. 24% in range is also woeful. 40% is the target for 3 months; 70% is ideal... work to be done, then.

After the late running appointment it wasn't worth going back to work, so off to Craiglockhart to fetch the hound fae Fred and walk him home around the pond / Harrison Park (hi, Middleman) and along thru Polwarth and back to squeal and spring over his proper owners. 

I managed to dole out some bacon and mushroom pasta before sloping off down the road to come home and find dripping water in the bedroom. So my early night was gone as I worded a weary e mail to the HO advising of developments.