Woke up again to the sound of swans. Feeling very much like I was on holiday, sitting outside for half an hour or so till Max got up and we ate French bread and chilled melon in the heat.

She drove me off to St Albans and I trained back to Brighton. She was excellent company.

Finally at home, after reading the newspapers cover to cover for footie news on the train. Laid low and did a few household chores and a some ineffectual gardening. However, standing in my front garden gave me the opportunity to talk to my next door neighbour about the bunk beds. She may take them, which would be excellent.

Then Anton called and he Anna and the bairns were off to a new and very friendly gourmet burger joint in Brighton. Tagged along too and we had a nice time chatting. Klauds being adorable as usual, little Oskar still doing his trademarked perfect baby business.

Anton on the edge of another craze to go with cooking buns outdoors: camping as they'd spent yesterday camping with pals. Anna has a new craze too. Special trainers that have banana like soles to make you walk in a more vigorous and muscle clenching way. Nice.

Home, more footy on television; the important business of Angola vs Portugal and then an early night.

Below, the view from Max's spare room over the canal.