And on the seventh day ...

A bit of crashing after a lot of gardening is allowed.

Girl racer and two mates emerged from the bedroom at 8 am to go to London for interviews (for working on the Canadian ski slopes over the winter) but due to a signal failure our local station was in glorious isolation until lunchtime; so we piled in the car and drove half an hour up the A3 to Wimbledon where they could get the tube to South Ken.

Other than that an uneventful day. Apart from a growing sense of imminent change ...