1. The low autumn sun is not kind to dust and muddle and it has motivated me to move round the house interrogating one shelf at a time. It takes just fifteen minutes work with a basket to wake up the corner by the front door: all the sunhats and sandals need to go; the sling that is now too small for our Betts and my exhausted winter coat, which I need to replace right away.
2. To hand over the bedtime story to an audiobook -- this complete Beatrix Potter, which I had on LP as a child, is just lovely -- we lounge around listening (mostly) until Nick gets in.
3. Pete gives me a lift home from games night: the gentle way that he shows concern about the tiny walk up the hill to our front door.
PS: report on last night's game, in which we may have opened a hell mouth, is here at Chronicles of Cidri.