My sister, her husband and my niece all came to visit today. They had a look around the house and then we holed ourselves up in my bedroom, with the clean sheets, soon to be covered in banana my the young lady in our midst (it doesn't matter, I like laundry).

After we'd spent time playing games and shooting the breeze, they returned home, and I set about sorting out one or two things before then heading to London to start this year's volunteering for Crisis. It's something I've been doing for the last few years now - this is my 6th year. I do it for my own purposes, but I enjoy it.

I arrived remarkably early for my shift - approximately 7 hours early. However, as I'm an assistant shift leader for the night shift, it was in my interests to do a full recce long before I was officially "on". So I did just that. I bimbled about, talking with people, getting the feel for the place and generally becoming used to what would require about 12 hours of my day every day for the next week.

Then we went for a curry.

Then there were 7 days of looking after the place between 9pm and 9am. There's not too much more to day about it really.