Quiet here, though.

Spend a lot of the day doing Wally stuff. In the late afternoon, go for a run to get the adrenaline edge off – as I’m going down Kennington Road, a convoy of armoured police vehicles go past, making a lot of noise. I suppose I’m glad to see them. The Three Stags is being boarded up.
As it turns out, the evening’s quiet. I suppose the miscreants, having collected their trainers and their large flat-screen TVs and x-boxes have settled down at home, while the police of many counties stand around looking imposing, and Birmingham and Manchester take their turns in the firing line. Quiet here, though.