Today = net 452, which isn't as good as yesterday, but does include a lot of licking yesterday's scene into shape.

‘That’ll be Ferdy. Left him managing the luggage at the York. He insisted on putting up there, kept going on about singing, of all things! You know how he is when he takes some hare-brained notion into his head, best to humour him.’

Gil passed over the insult to his friend, for the first time taking in the import of Sherry’s somewhat crumpled attire. ‘Don’t mean to say you tooled down overnight?’ he enquired, incredulously.