Yet another quiet, wet day, a large chunk of which I spent in Leicester,mooching about. Evening buses to anstey are few and far between so I hitched a taxi for a luxury ride home. Getting in and out of the large cab proved difficult as I staggered about a bit after all my exercise. I must have appeared drunk to the charming old Indian cabbie, but he helped me in and out without comment. I observed the traditional 2 minutes silence, in fact I observed an all day silence.