I arrived bang on time at Brother Andrew’s house yesterday (in the shank of rush hour), and slept soundly for what feels like the first time in weeks. It’s raining in Ottawa and a bit chilly, just as well because I have no particular place to go until this afternoon when I should run out to the cattery with food for Watson and Isobel and, incidentally, to check up on my furry house-mates.

Other than that, nothing to report but another tactical bound completed.