In which human life returns to Runton with yoga mats.
In which we are the bearers of bad news, and Joe gets bitten by my dog.
In which we consider death, New Romanticism, Adam and the Ants, and Live Aid.
In which we find a dog again, pop into Tescos and ponder the nature of wealth.
In which we rescue a conferencing app and realise all our relatives were drunk when we were children.