THE last shower of shale has settled in the rafters of the Millennium Stadium, the last blast on an air horn died away.
The confused pigeon that spent the last hour of Saturday night's British Speedway Grand Prix meeting flapping frantically around looking for somewhere safe and quiet to roost has hopefully found that place.
And the man who walked across the roof gantry, silhouetted high above the fireworks, has hopefully come down for some fresh underwear.
All in all it was a weekend of about 500 motorway miles, with some horrible traffic on Saturday, a crazy detour around unpronounceable Welsh villages, and then a trip to and from Bristol to collect Older Daughter on Sunday.
We have a house full now, as she is home for the summer. She has an end-of-term chest infection, though, and is busy coughing downstairs.
Mrs H is still struggling with a bad knee, so it's not the healthiest of households right now.
Space Beacon Earth were on fine form again tonight. Next week they go into the studio to record three songs for an EP. Will it be good enough to topple Michael Jackson off the number one slot?
Only time will tell.
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