The prospect of Cinnamon grahams makes getting up slightly easier... the prospect of having to brush Rosie's ridiculously mangled hair - not so.

I got the train back with Rosie as she was going to work. My bus actually came within 10 mins which meant I got home by 11. I snuggled back into bed and chilled, played some guitar, did some washing, watched stuff and spoke to Phil.

Mum, Dad and Anna came back from Devon. We had dinner and games as Anna was here.