...and a chance to sit and read without the usual shouting and phoning that seems to surround Darsh these days. It is a lovely cool and windy afternoon with a good few showers and I am happy to stay in the conservatory with my cup of tea, in the warm, alone, apart from the dog snoring at my feet. I was planning to go to Sutton for a travel bag and a small summer handbag for my holiday, but it is so nice and peaceful here that I have changed my mind. There is always tomorrow.
Charlotte has rung, she had to reapply for her mortgage yesterday, but today she has got it and already arranging for the sale- solicitor and surveyor at the ready. We were going out last night to celebrate her new flat so we went to a place in the Mailbox, I honestly can't remember it's name. It was warm enough to sit outside, so we sat and sat and sat. Over an hour later we had only got our starters, and it was no longer quite so warm. So we left! Darsh knew this cracking little place-in Lozzels[how an earth do you spell that?]-so we went along. In and out in about 5 minutes flat. I honestly didn't think that such filthy little places really still existed, but the horrifying thing was that Darsh found it quite acceptable to take Charlotte and I in there. If he really eats in such disgusting places he really truly deserves all those long nights rolling about in bed with upset stomachs...."I've eaten too much" is his usual plaintive moan. I now know it's more of a case of what he has eaten-quantity rather than quality- and maybe not so much the cheap rubbish Vodka either.
The best thing about this dull afternoon is the light for photographs....
...but as soon as I stepped out of the door it is raining again, so I didn't get many. Also Joe's very accurate body clock tells him it is dinner time, he always automatically knows when the little hand is on 5, and the big hand is getting pretty darn close to the 12. So doggy dins time it is...and I have got a nice pile of ironing for this evening.
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