The fireworks went off at Midnight. The queue to the Book Store tailed back – along the precinct – to New Look . A shop assistant pushed round the trolley of free sweets.

This phenomena has been repeated at midnight every time a new Harry Potter book is released. This time far more people were dressed up.

In the aftermath of the heavy rain the river continues to rise and will continue to rise for a day or so. Red signs are out warning boats to stay put, and that means securing themselves with anchors. The pegs are in very soft ground.

The lock keeper is letting more water through at the weir. Water had found a way over the footpath at the top of the weir in any case.

All the gates are open at the weir.

Elsewhere, I see the museum is closed due to flooding of the basement. And in Steventon the fire engines were called to help pump away water.

The Clock House is used as a young people’s clinic by the OBMH (The Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Mental Health Partnership NHS Trust).

Such services are there for when things begin to fall apart, something that happens to about one in three of us at some stage in our lives, and one in five children.

The mental health trust had its AGM (Annual General Meeting) today at Littlemore Hospital. The trust are hoping to become a Foundation Trust, and need interested people to become members. Membership is a good thing as it helps give a stronger voice to service users.

The meeting took place at a large gym at Littlemore. At the back of the hall it was difficult to hear the key note speakers even with a microphone. The hall echoed so much. But then one service user, at the back, stood up to ask a question and came through very clearly saying that for her things had not got better in the last year. The financial management and drive to become a Foundation Trust were all good news, but for her things had got worse when she needed help in an acute ward. Wards had been closed. In reply, the people at the front said that it was very difficult to hear her as the hall echoed so much but they’d be glad to talk with her afterwards.

A road surface should not be too perfect. Sooner or later it will get dug up, and patched a different colour. Here, on Ock Street, the road colours are like an art form.