Had not long been back from lingering in Sheffield. Been down the garden to feed the chickens, was just washing my hands and getting ready to open the wine when there was a knock at the front door.
On answering it much to my surprise standing there and asking to use the bathroom was Nick.
One glass of wine, a wee, several stories, a large dose of laughing he has just left us, clutching a package containing a wabbit pie dish and a CD that has been sitting on my bookcase since he visited us for a weekend.