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Sneaking in while it's still waiting to be midnight Monday night somewhere in the world...

Which rain-filled afternoon...?
by Slantedlight

By the time Sunday came around, still raining heavily, Doyle’s flat was shining, he’d written to his mother, uncle and two of his sisters, had a go at baking bread, and was so bored he was contemplating a run even if he’d have to wear a swimsuit to do it. Cathy was somewhere in Scotland on her annual duty tour of family, and the blazing sunshine she’d described on their last phone call hadn’t helped his equanimity at all. He’d read both his Sunday papers, done an hour of yoga, couldn’t face the novel he was halfway through and it was only lunchtime. When the doorbell rang, he practically vaulted the sofa to answer it.

“’allo?”

( Lemme up... )