Jack came home...

...safe and sound, only a little bit scratched in transit. He's unpacked, showered, and gone to bed in a fabulously cleaned and tidied (by Steven, over several days) bedroom. Managed to tell a couple of fairly hairy stories before he faded out, but it's amazing how much more bearable they are when he's here intact in front of you.

Another stinkingly sticky day here. After (not-very-)strenuously sorting some papers at the kitchen table, I was so hot, sweat was dripping from the tip of my nose.