A day of quiet reflection, after tidying up. Perhaps not unsurprisingly, after liberal quantities of beer and fiery curry, my gut griped in the night. A gold sofa day with Lorraine and cats, listening to music, chatting, dozing, light reading and watching assorted detectives on TV. While soberly sipping my poo-provoking sachets to get my guts back to normal. Lorraine busy with her cyber tasks on farms and so on.