. . . 2:26 in the morning. Left to right, that's M****, Gen and Lucy. Got the taxi back . . . I can just about remember that. I can remember a lot about when we got home though. We went outside to the road (if you can call it that . . . alleyway?) running at the back of my parent's house, as M**** wanted a cigarette. I remember telling her about the time I had accidentally left my red bike there in the middle of the road . . . I had to rush inside for something and I just completely forgot about it. I was probably seven or eight years old at the time . . . I'm not sure though. Then this guy, who lived four doors down from my parents, a very fat man, who lived with his mother (probably still does) . . . well, he's there in his van, wanting to get past, only there's this bike in the way, see? So he just sits there, in his van, beeping his horn for about . . . five minutes. Eventually, he gets bored of this . . . so guess what he does? Gets out of his van, maybe? Moves the little red children's bike out of his way? Naaaaah. Let's just drive over it. And he did. That's the kind of guy he was.

So after a lot of sleep, I had a bit of breakfast and then made my way towards the house of James and Hilary. We sat around for a while (and what's this?), and then I suggested we go for a walk some place. Our walk took us along the quay, and there I noticed that the arches of Carlisle Bridge (over which the train runs) have arches within the arches. How cool is that? These were taken at about 15:53/54.