Descending again...

...into the dark depths of Morrisons underground car park. Biscuit isn't a car but she fits easier than most into their parking spaces ;-D

Riding home via Marple Bridge Post Office (open usefully early) and Werneth Low's mysteriously named K6 telephone box, now armed with greater knowledge of foundry markings on the inside to sadly confirm that it isn't a Lion (boohoo), your Gal then popped into Morrie's for some groceries.

With that it was home to bed for a nice snooze until the early afternoon. After reanimating into a human being, the white walls in the kitchen were given a final rollering of paint before tea, a cup of tea and the return journey to work.