A rumour has begun that Jon Knowles, pianist and occasional chemist, has the vacuum cleaner. A second rumour is that he has been keeping it under his bed. The mood in Flat Five, as we pick our way through the debris on the floor, is not good. We will go and retrieve the vacuum cleaner, and Have Words with Mr. Knowles.   Other than that, it seems to have been a very quiet day. Sunday mornings happen to other people these days. I will eventually see a Sunday morning, I'm sure. It will happen. But not for a while.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.