Good morning from Tallinn! I’m not sure how far I’ll get with this this morning. I didn’t get up to write at four or six or even eight. It’s nine-thirty. My brothers have arrived. Not my brothers from another mother or brothers at the polling station (though they were that, yay!) but my actual brothers. They arrived yesterday and we didn’t get to bed quite as early as I have been doing and the location of our apartment enabled us to party right through the night without the need stay out much past midnight.

They’re both up now and we’ve had conversations about how to get the shower gel out of the containers provided, and how to fix Pete’s curtain, which have fallen off the wall. It’s different travelling with other people!

It is so good to see them. Two weeks entirely on my own is enough. I collected them from Tallinn airport, where they arrived from Warsaw, and we came back to the apartment

More later. I need to stop and help Nick make coffee.

I’m back. Without milk or sugar coffee was not worth making, apparently.

Yesterday was interesting. I arrived in Tallinn at one o’clock to put my stuff into our new apartment and have a bit of a look round before getting the boys at five.

At four forty five I unloaded my bags into the new apartment, which is another new apartment, because the first one, which I have already paid for, was inaccessible. The nice man, and lady, at Booking.com were very helpful. I’ll ring them, he said, when I phoned him in England to say I was outside the apartment and there was no one there. I had already phoned eighteen times only be told in three languages that the phone was switched off. He said he would email them when phoning achieved the same result as I had.

The boys are discussing the curtains and deodorant and the toilets at Nick’s new job and something so bizarre I can’t write it here.

The nice man at Booking.com, his name might have been Tyler, emailed and we waited half an hour. Nothing happened.

We’ll relocate you, he said.

Long story, and afternoon, cut short. We’re in another apartment, which is better. The money for the other one will be refunded, as well as the extra cost of this one which I have had to pay for up front.

The conversation had turned to the DUP being creationists and The girl form Ipanema. I have made coffee. Nick is trying it black. The coffee, which I brought from home, comes from Ipanema.

I think we’re going out for breakfast.

I’ve made horribly weak coffee.

It is such a pleasure not being in charge, not having sole responsibility.

I’m in the kitchen. I can’t see the boys, but it sounds as if Pete is trying to fix the curtains, or has broken the other one.

You’re looking very youthful, Nick says.

I like Tallinn. Yesterday afternoon as I drove from apartment to apartment, my sat nav at one stage taking me down a narrow cobbled street into a clearly pedestrian area, I was not so sure. But as soon as I met my brothers at the airport everything was all right. We had a good Mexican meal, wandered around, had a drink in the square and marvelled at the midnight sun (almost) and this morning in the gentle peace of the apartment, with sun streaming in, I find I like this place very much.

Now, breakfast!

But first SnapChat to Amber. I’m not sure what that means but I said Good Morning to Pete as he pointed his tablet at me. Nick is wearing the socks she gave him.

Now, breakfast. Are we ready? Everyone but me! We laugh.