We went out for lunch today; Al and Dilly’s birthday treat for Ro, in which they kindly included the rest of us. I ate no breakfast in preparation and tucked into a full plateful, only passing on a roast potato to the Sage and a piece of Yorkshire pudding to Ro. It was very hot. We sat outside in the shade of big parasols, and when we arrived home some of us went to sleep. A couple of pints of Adnams aided my own happy slumber.
I’ve lent my car to Weeza. They’re intending to buy one, but to get about and look they really need a car in the first place. I checked my diary and I don’t need it until Thursday week, as long as the Sage gives Ro and me a lift to and from the station for our London visit. I must book somewhere for dinner for Monday week. Being a canny sort of a girl, my daughter always books among the special offers (usually half price food) on Top Table. We’ve found some excellent restaurants that way.
I have hardly anything in my diary for the next week. I have no excuse at all for not catching up on paperwork, housework and gardening. On the other hand, I don’t need an excuse for doing nothing, except relaxing on the lawn with a long, cool drink and a book. If the weather remains hot, that’s what I’ll be doing, mostly.