We looked out. We didn't go anywhere.
Chaffcombe is almost completely still. Cars are where people left them. One is half on the pavement with the driver's door open.
No aircraft now. That's probably the thing I notice most.
I've lived near the airport long enough that the noise is part of the room even with the windows shut. Without it, every smaller sound seems too close.
The tap pressure has dropped. Phone calls don't connect at all. The television comes and goes.
The Atropos app keeps trying to save this somewhere. It says "finding route", then "saved locally", then tries again a few minutes later. My battery has gone from seventy per cent to twenty-nine even though I've barely used the phone.
Graham told me to turn it off.
I said I might need it if an emergency message comes through.
He gave me the look that means he thinks I'm being an idiot but can't yet prove it.
For now it's plugged into the power bank.