Woke at 8; wandered to the end of the breakwater although I think I missed the best of the sunrise.

Back to bed after an hour and tried again at 11; a champion's breakfast helped (Irn Bru and bacon sandwich) and out on a bus to the portrait gallery to meet her and have look at Ponte City exhibition. Was overwhelming in it's scope; I 'll need to go back again to take some more in. Blip meet, anyone?

Then a zig zag wander back to hers via various emporia of festive gifts.

In and painted the remaining bedroom walls.

Then. Cooked spaghetti alle vongole and half watched X Factor (!) and chatted. Shiraz, too.

Slumbering by midnight.