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Dad’s here. I picked him up from amid the delayed crowds at Liverpool Street and we squeezed ourselves onto a packed train. With hot and bothered commuters squeezed into every crevice, we crept through the suburbs as though afraid to wake the driver.

After that we didn’t much feel like going out, so gave into the charms of the BBC until this morning when an electrician arrived to fill holes in the ceiling with lightbulbs. Our cue to leave.

We headed north in search of steam trains. We didn’t find them. Well, actually, we found some, but not the ones we wanted. Something to do with getting lost, I think. Anyway, we did a quick about turn and span on to Castle Headingham (closed on a Saturday). In fact, pretty much the whole town was closed. The pub we ate in shut as soon as we’d finished, at which point there was ‘no more food in the village’, according to the guy behind the bar.

The tight knot of streets around the empty church were deserted. There was one couple in the tea room, and a woman in the tat-shop telling her only customer how she lived in a house built in the 12th century. She looked like she was probably the original occupant.

It was pretty, though, and out of the shade it was warm enough not to need a coat.

I guess if we’d stayed longer it would have quickly cooled down, but we were gone by half three and home by four.

Tonight, another strange trip to Cineworld in Braintree. Every time we go, we book tickets, and make sure we get there nice and early because you don’t get an allocated seat, and every time we arrive we find the place empty. Five people there the last time, when we went to watch The Village.

Six people this time, the three of us included. And then only four as the two girls in front of us walked out after the first ten minutes.

It was a great film, though: Saved. A thing about fundamental Christians, a girl who tries to save her gay boyfriend from hell by sacrificing her virginity for him, a disabled Macauley Culkin… Hmmm… it doesn’t sound so good when you write it down, does it. It’s had good reviews, though, and rightly so. I just don’t think it’ll do so well in the cinema.

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