It’s an earlyish start for me; I need to collect Michael and head off to get a “rush” fitting of my suit for the wedding … and to think I managed to get through six decades without ever realising that one of my arms is longer than the other. That little surprise out of the way, it’s back to the ‘burbs just in time to witness Troy trying to set fire to the kitchen. Our Airbnb house is great, and has everything that opens and shuts …. well almost everything. It seems the one exception is a toaster, and apparently cooking toast in the oven wasn’t quite as straightforward as Troy might have hoped. Oh well. At least we now know where the fire extinguisher is. Issy’s decided on a day off from touring, and Emma
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