A day of recovery from our journey. I had slept like a baby. Email from Matty boy, and a poetry rejection first thing. I called Mum to chat with her this morning, and attended to a few emails I had put off while up in Scotland. Otherwise a day of doing little, although I felt a bit curiously twitchy and unrelaxed all day. Must be the stars. Walked with Lorraine down across the park to her dentist, and I sat in the café with a cup of tea and read a ghost story by M.R. James in the sun. Collected Lorraine who was delayed, then she went off pilates. A quiet night in eating the world's best vegetable lasagna that Lorraine made when she got home.