I’ve been away for a couple of days. My sister Wink and I have been exchanging birthday presents – I took her and LT out to the theatre and, before that, she took me and LT out to lunch.
Plans changed, at the start of the week, in fact. For some time we had been shelving the question of whether to drive down to LT’s place in Reading and travel to London from there, or else to go by train from here. And then I discovered the need for a business appointment in Notting Hill this week, so it seemed straightforward and sensible to travel from Reading each day, and so that was decided. Until last Friday, when Lawrence, Rose’s boyf, had to spend a few days local to the hospital where he’s being treated, and it was uncertain when he could come home, and Rose obviously needed to be there too.
In the end, we decided to go by train on Thursday, Tim would travel back in the evening, I’d book into a hotel and go to my morning meeting and then come back at 1.30 on Friday. And it was fine, it worked perfectly well. As my mother used to say, we finished the game of bowls and beat the … actually, I’m not sure I want to use war metaphors nowadays, even if it refers to something that happened in the 16th century. But you get my drift.
Wink will be coming here next week – which reminds me, I must get her present sorted out, because she’s going off on her travels for Christmas. She’s going to visit our friend in Chennai first, then going to Kerala, then to see other friends in Singapore and home again, taking a month in all and being away for an Indian Christmas, which is a jolly good idea. She has retired again – can’t ever be sure with her that it’s for the last time – and so is looking for adventures. I do have something for her and will probably give her a voucher for when she gets back, for some treat or other, because she doesn’t want more Stuff any more. So if she can’t eat or drink or wear it, then she’d rather do it.