Up at 6:45 to get down to work. Paddy sleeping upstairs for a couple of hours which allowed me time to finish off the document I was editing just as he was coming down.

Went up the road to feed Trotsky the cat, which was full of cupboard love. Then Paddy and I walked down to the sea and wandered along the seafront and onto the pier. Lots of in-depth conversations. Paddy is very good company and is constantly surprising. He is painfully honest but this can result in startling flashes.

We were buying a cup of tea in the park by the Pavilion and he said to the young woman serving that she had the nicest hair he'd ever seen. He said it with such vehemence and sincerity that nobody could take offence, despite the girl being only about 17 and her dad looking over from the kitchen. He told her never to dye it, and I'm sure it made her day.

After Paddy left did a bit of food shopping, and then watched En-ger-land fluke yet another win in the World Cup. They are playing dreadfully but seem to keep doing okay.

Paddy on the pier, and some weird prizes...