I’m tired tonight, too tired to write much. I’ll see what pictures I have tomorrow, not huge lots actually and I hope I’ll be able to pinch some of the wedding photos. It really has been brilliant. Wink and I have got on really well, never a cross word (The Hindu’s crosswords are easier than The Times, btw) and it was lovely to see our friends again and meet new people too. I even gave our new Croatian friends the address of this blog. I hardly give anyone that, they may not have realised how unusual it is (Wink told them about the Razorblade).
One thing’s for sure, I’m never again going to arse about taking the train to a London airport. It’s the coach for me. The cost is about the same, it’s bus station to door, no exhausting trek across London and no broken down East Anglian trains and no information about substitutes.
The Sage tells me he has cooked my dinner. The rest of the evening will be devoted to him. It’s only fair. Mind you, an early night is planned. Nothing on for tomorrow morning (not clothes, silly, no appointments until the afternoon) so I’ll probably talk to the plants in the greenhouse and have a cup of tea with Dilly.
*about that, darlings, can’t remember the exact sum