5kg of COLD

It is later, as is to be expected, since that is the order of things. We went for a walk earlier, Susie and I, and attempted to find some magical fish that light up with fireworks every hour on the hour, but we did not find them where Pheby said they were. So, we ventured to the only place nearby to buy ice cream, and instead ended up with a five kilo bag of ice. We don't have a freezer. So, we now have a (slowly melting) five kilo bag of ice in the sink. Minus the small handful we had in our Baileys nightcap. Still ice is better for you than ice cream. Less calories.

Today will be lazy and gloriously so. Breakfast in 11 hours.

I'd like to point out that I am typing this in my bed, and that the full excellency of this being possible has not escaped me. I have not been this happy in days. Not since my parcel from Lucy in Dorking arrived. Four packets of Walkers smoky bacon flavoured crisps and Jammie Dodgers, among other treasures. (I wore the necklace the next day, It goes real well with the tshirt Tom brought back for me from NY).

I'd also like to point out the fact that Pheby does not spell her name Phoebe. Just for the record.