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I wait in for Claire’s passport to be delivered. The DX driver tells me about all the times over the past two weeks that he’s tried to find someone in. I sign for the packet and get on with work.

Boron needs a lift from Broughton to Peebles. The joys of a one-driving-license household. Peebles gives me a chance to buy beer. Nick helps me drink it. And some whisky.

Mike has Torrin for the night. Stewart is stuffing salmon into pastry shells. Eventually he finishes and arrives to partake in libations.

I awake on the sofa in the early hours. Nick and Stewart are long gone. There’s a defrosted rat on the sideboard and a hungry snake slithering around the vivarium.

Job done. Bedtime.