Skies clear and I walk down to join J at the waterfront. Coffee, then to the bakery. For the first time they're out of our favourite large loves of sesame studded rye bread. And we have a translation problem. They will undoubtedly be resupplied, but when? Avrio, I ask. Tomorrow. No, it seems maybe in one hour. Too long. So we rethink. There's another loaf that I think is whole grain. Mavros? Means black, but also dark. Suspect no one cares about 100%. Yes, yes. Pick it up to put into a paper bag and discover the bonus - it's still warm! Reach Smart Store, four short blocks from home, as it begins to rain. Only need tomato paste, but also acquire tinned mackerel and peas - and emerge into downpour. The sort where each time one thinks it couldn't rain harder it does. Drainless roads fill up almost instantly but not far to go, and inside cosy. Bread even warm still.
