Charles for home last night at about 10.30, absolutely knackered, as you can imagine and full of cold. He's coughed practically right the way through the night, so none of us (obviously I include the girls) feel particularly bright eyed or bushy tailed today.
Delivery to Kevin is done. Kevin left a cheque for the wrong amount, but has basically just laughed off my texts to advise him of this fact. It's all one huge joke to him.
I'm just about to go into Morpeth - whoopee - and then I guess it'll be a case of everyone settling down for a bit of shut eye later this afternoon.
Oh, he IS going back next week and does think he can make a difference. I hope so.

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