Another decorating day or, at least, that was the plan . . . I had agreed to buy M**** one of those, erm, freaky inflatable ball things, so I had to go to town at some point today. However, with the floor immediately behind the front door to be painted, this required some thought. Paint takes about two hours to dry. Floor needs sanding and cleaning. Sanding and cleaning takes about an hour. M**** will be back at about 17:30. Hmmmmm. So, agree to take M**** to work, leaving the house at about 11:35. This would mean I could park somewhere in town, get the 'gym ball', then do the floor, with the paint being dry before M**** would get back. Or something like that. It was either that or wait until M**** gets back and then paint the floor. Is anyone still reading this? I think you should stop, think about what you're doing, pour yourself a glass of wine and watch television or read a book for an hour or so. Just anything. I think I'm writing this for my own sake, you see. Just for the record, as it were. So . . . where was I? Argos, yes. So, I'm leaving Argos, thinking, "Okay, so I might as well put the receipt in the box for this thing. Right. So now what? I'm in town, the minimum parking charge is £1, which lasts for something like two hours . . . but I'm not gonna be that long. Maybe go to Marks and Spencers, buy some food for tonight," and so head in that direction. Just as I'm doing this, there's a tap on my shoulder and a, "Oooo, hello?!" and it's . . . Dan and Phillipa. You know? Dan and Phillipa? From London? He of the dreadlocks. So that was good. After a bit of, "Wow, what the frig?! Why? What? Who? How? Where?" we decide upon a tea/coffee and head for Caffe Nero. That looked too busy, so we went to the Courtyard instead. The story was . . . Phillipa (is that the right amount of l's and p's?) had been to four gigs that week of this band, Silver Sun, the last one being in Leeds (the other three were in London, Southampton and Nottingham). Dan had been to the Leeds gig, but none of the others. They had come over to Leeds some time yesterday, stayed at the Travelodge, and now had until 15:00 (or thereabouts) until their train. So that was good. Saved from a dull afternoon of wood-dust and paint fumes. So, after tea/coffee at the Courtyard, we went for a bit of a wander, heading vaguely for that single-span suspension bridge not far from, erm . . . Reclaim or, indeed, the Palace. Whatever. We appreciated the bridge for a few minutes and after a bit more wandering, went to the Palace for lunch/beer. After showing Dan and Phillipa the station. Showing? Erm . . . yeah. We said our goodbyes and I retrieved my car (oooops - I left the doors unlocked. How did that happen?) from the bottom of the Light car park and went home. You can guess the rest.