Pushmi-pullyu

"Oh, yes," said the pushmi–pullyu. "But I keep the other mouth for eating—mostly. In that way I can talk while I am eating without being rude. Our people have always been very polite."

When I awake, Hamish is sleeping on the couch. Apparently he arrived early in the morning after falling out with his pal Alasdair. We pack him off to Angus’ room for a few more hours kip.

I rustle up a fry up for lunch. Sausages, black pudding, egg, and beans. Hamish departs to find his pal, while Nick returns to care duties for his mum.

Owen and I watch another episode of Counterpart, which is followed by a call from Alexis. We’re going to Ceri’s wedding in July, flying to Bristol and hiring a car. I talk to George and we’ll be kipping at Llanishen on the way there. Owen grabs the phone and has an animated conversation with George and Richard. Then it’s Tony & Leila, calling to plan Saturday.

That’s enough.