Only two of us turned up this morning - it was very rainy. Ron and I managed to do about 40 minutes return visits, but then had to give up as it became too monsoony. You can't really keep people talking on their doorsteps in the pouring rain - also all the literature becomes soggy.
I asked Ron if he would take me to the flat of the young Eastern European girl who has taken some magazines from me this year. This time she was in, but sadly very firm that she wasn't interested any more.
No Butterflying for the Captain today, so we are both at our computers watching the waves thundering away on the Channel.
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