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I'd forgotten I'd left my Roberts radio at number 10.  Emma loaded a whole load of stuff into the trailer and there she was.  She needed a dusting down, I pushed a lot of random buttons and she ended up working.
There are evenings which are perfect, when the best meal you've had in your life is an omelette and a salad down amongst the wood piles and the bicycles beneath the string of lights.  
Tiredness cancels out the best intentions, even reading.  The lava warmed itself into an embryonic twist and the playlist shuffled to letter to You.