10.20pm. I stare intensely at the computer screen. 8 minutes to go before the end of the auction. A wave of panic suddenley overtakes me . Have I gone absolutley mad?

Gip and I go up to Cragg Farm to cook a meal for fundraising presentation

I sort this mornings post into 3 piles ; junk mail , bills and "other"

Gip and I turn off Cookridge Lane and before you can blink we have left the sprawling metropolis and are in the countryside.