Under a penny farthing Sleeping on floor was much better than last time, and felt fine after a several cups of coffee and chatting. Mum enjoying the package that Toby and Romy had sent her containing, amongst other things, wool made of 30% sea cell. Much discussion about what sea cell could be, but the wool was lovely. I undertook a bout of manly and vigorous vacuum cleaning. Then, after I'd taken a couple of business calls, off to Stanmore and had some pub grub. Mason strangely keen on pubs these days due to the fact they are no longer full of smoke. I keep telling him he is becoming English. Sadly, though, the pub was busy and strangely loutish today, the food was poor, and an insufferable penetrating-voiced bore on the next table grated on my nerves. It was almost a relief to leave for a spot of shopping where mum bought a digital thermometer. Then I enjoyed the luxury of a short nap. After a reviving lemon tea, I was walked to the station in a suprisingly springy fashion by Mum...
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