Yesterday I lay in a bushrope hammock in an Indian house, finishing a flash-card lesson on numbers.

The afternoon sun painted amber patterns on the Turkey red hearthrug: the only splash of colour in the dun room. Potter sloomed in the arms of the chair.

When the mice returned, the Doogie mice remembered the old object, and devoted their time to exploring the new one. The normal mice, however, spent an equal amount of time exploring both objects.

Crossrail is working with its contractors to enable physical works at stations to get back up and running.