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The coffee pot has arrived. We can’t try it out yet as the coffee grinder isn’t working.

No fanbelt yet. I have persuaded Mr L to join a motoring organisation, just in case of need. That will allow him to relax and enjoy himself when we go.

My phone Tide Tables app has ceased working. I spent much of this morning in trying to find a new one. A surprising number fail to recognise Orkney as having tides. Ho, hum.

I think I have a shard of aluminium, from unpacking the coffee pot, in my thumb. I can’t see it but I can feel the effects of it. It reminds me of the days when my twin grew cactus for a hobby. Nasty things.