- I am home. In my house. With my plants. (To my mild astonishment I actually Managed the public transport All The Way Back with only intermittent panic, and I only dropped things about twice, and only once in a way that was actually a problem.)
- For bonus points, having dragged myself out of bed and through packing to get the 9.07 bus... and having then been expecting to hang around Redruth interminably until the 12.28 train... I actually arrived in time to get the 10.27! Which was beyond my wildest dreams in terms of getting home at a reasonable hour!
- ... it was a ten-car train, not a twelve-car. Which meant there were no standard-class wheelchair spaces. Which meant I was in first class. Which meant I got plied with free orange juice and sandwiches and cake, and felt mildly guilty, but only mildly.
- NEW ROLLING STOCK I'd not been on the long-distance new(ish) GWR trains before, and they have a fascinating two-stage ramp system. And, much as I might grumble about it in practice, when we got to Plymouth I was moved to the rear set of first class carriages because the accessible loo in the front pair wasn't working -- and this is institutionally A Good to have happened unprompted and unrequested even though I did not, in fact, want to use the loo on the train.
- A valiantly fed the breadpet while I was away. It became happy! It... became Very Happy. It... escaped its container by quite some way. (It is now being turned into two loaves, one of which I will be palming off on the allotment seed swap social tomorrow afternoon if I can bring myself to leave the house again.)
- Having got some bread started upon my return home (lares & penates, honouring thereof, etc) I Left the House again and poked around supermarkets various, where I acquired the ingredients for burritos (having decided I wanted to Make Some and that The Instant Pot Makes Refried Beans Meaningfully Possible) along with Several Small Treats, and only got rained on a little (which is good for my plants so I'm not even complaining that much).
- And then there was a the-new-regional-legendary raid on, so I did my first one... ... and it's 100% of all possible stats and I caught it on my second ball (of twelve) so it... wasn't even hugely stressful??? And that's... This Month's Legendary... Done...?! Hurrah.
- Curled up on sofa with A finished Leverage ate some misery pizza (beans will take tiiiiiiiiiiime) did some talkings.
- Items brought back from the mouldering ancestral pile this trip (for me): a pair of Felco Model 7s (in need of some tuning up); a bonus pair of ratchet anvil secateurs; my favourite of the walking sticks Papa owned, that I'd been keeping down there (he mostly used crook-handled sticks, which don't work well for me); a proper workbench clamp; my grandmother's collection of seeds, including the Ancestral Lovage (which turns out to be from Suttons but I'm not actually complaining); and a venerable train timetable for a friend.
- I have discovered that it is in fact currently possible to buy my preferred form-factor of wok... provided I don't mind getting it shipped from Germany. Which is still better than "none of the shops I have looked in at any point over the past decade have in any sense contained the thing I want", so: tiny celebration, and at some stage I will work out if I actually want to buy one.