Well, it is England, isn’t it? No run this morning because of the rain (thanks, Ciarán), but I have errands to do and an essay to mark before going in to the last Speaker’s Lecture at noon. I think my fasciitis is abating; my knee is still a bit wobbly, and subject to stiffness; I have a very mild cold. It looks as though our stored goods, if not our current living clothes and tools (nor us), will move to Abingdon next week. That’s pretty much the news from here.