Neill found us some rooms in a little house on Fairfield Road. It appears to be used as student housing…at least our neighbors are. There are communal baths, toilets, and kitchen, but there is also a washing machine and a dryer, which means that I don’t have to make another huge journey to the launderette, nor take out a mortgage to pay for it. We stop at a computer store to check email, then go to Chippie’s Plaice (fish & chips place…plaice is a fish…ha ha) for some breakfast, then John and I do some shopping while Jonathan goes to the Savoynet dress rehearsal. John decides he wants to get a full-service hotel room, so we go to the tourist office to try to find him one…no dice, despite the best efforts of the helpful staff. We wander around the some of the places we couldn’t get through to on the phone, and one just off Market Square, The Queen’s Head, does have a single for the nights John needs, and he takes it. We come back to the flats on Fairfield, where he gets packed up while I take a nap. We meet again for dinner at the Coach House, then watch Pirates…really good, especially considering it all came together in eight days. Meet up with Shelton (just back from Dublin…forgot to tell him to call Sylvia), who needs a room for a night, so he snags John’s recently vacated premises.