The great Boston hide and seek match of 2013 eventually concluded 1-0 to the American side with one fatality (which is still less deadly than it was whenever the Venture Scouts played it). After combing Watertown throughout the day, the police eventually lifted the shelter-in-place order and the streets started coming to life again - then a resident about five minutes away from us noticed a trail of blood leading to the boat he had propped up in the garden, and the order was reinstated.

We were unaffected by that point, though, because the moment the first shelter order was lifted we had thrown pants, socks and toothpaste into a bag and fled to the north - we are now on spontaneous holiday in New Hampshire. We were listening to the radio on the way up, and when we arrived at our hotel we saw them finally move in and capture the bomber alive on the news.

The last week has not been good for my nerves, and I'm hoping to just spend a nice couple of days relaxing while waiting for the remains of the situation, along with my general displeasure, to calm down. But whenever I say I live in Watertown, this is going to be what people think of for a very long time.