It is the calm before the storm. Me, Lyn, Charlie and denny have spent a nice, quiet-ish day in my flat. We ate lunch in the plough, and now everyone’s taking a nap before everyone gets here at seven. Last night, there were about eight of us in my room, having pre-brandies drinks; I’m expecting fifteen to twenty here later, given that we didn’t get back till half one last night, and Charlie didn’t get in till half seven, a nap seems very wise.