I’m not at home. I might be on my way there. I certainly hope so.
It’s been another of those London in 24 hours (that’s from my door at home back to my door at home) shenanigans. (I believe I said ‘never again’ a couple of months ago, but I do find that at my age memory isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. So to speak.)
With a bit of luck I’ll be able to fill you in on all this later.