SLICK

A slick of oil in the Marina lock, and reflections of the railings.

The sofa bed I'd ordered arrived this afternoon. The order acknowledgement email had asked for 2m social distance to be maintained while the delivery people placed the sofa in the room of your choice. Only one man actually turned up with it - though the packaging said 2 person handling required - and said that even if there had been two they couldn't have taken it upstairs because of "health & safety", so B and I had to manage it between us. A fairly steep flight-and-a-half with a turn. However, we did it and then I needed some fresh air, after a large cup of tea.

More worrying phone calls from Mum as the ancestral pile (not really) continues to crumble around her. I may have to cancel other arrangements and go there again in the next few days, as other sisters are going on holiday at the weekend.