Woke up nice and early, ran my longer route, Morning Office, quick grocery run, hot breakfast (not usually on Thursday, but it’s my birthday), wander into town to find good bedclothes for Melanie, and perhaps new trousers for me (this hope was cruelly dashed by the three major department stores in Oxford). When I got back, I lent Margaret a hand with some writing, and polished some fountain pens.
Margaret made pasta with vegetable sauce for dinner, and we watched The Red Violin.