A large museli breakfast with the FB Max and Tahlia. Tahlia looking a lot less like Winston Churchill now, and being all smiley. Meanwhile her parents conducting a recreational and stylized Kabuki argument about things they fundamentally agree on.

And talking of arguments, Matty called to say that he had been sidetracked last night by one with T. Apparently T was not being logical. Much rolling of eyes from the FB and me at this, piercingly brilliant as the boy Matty undoubtedly is.

Powdery non-settling snow off and on all day. The FB and me sauntered through the park to Ealing Broadway where I caught the fast train to Paddington, and he the tube to Hammersmith.

In the Paddington agency the Gnome and me have our own office, where the phone does not work, and as nobody knows who we are, nobody talks to us. At lunch we sloped off to Paddington station to scavenge for food, and returned to sit in our office with its view of thin wet snow falling on the rail tracks.

Later I called MJ who was sounding very cheery and lovely. Then straight home, and mightily pleased to be here.