The holiday isn’t going to be that much of a release from stress, I’m afraid, because I’m going to find it hard not to spend the week worrying about Russell, who had a bit of a run-in with a couple of parked cars on his way home from Norwich yesterday. He’s fine, Al and Dilly will sort things out, but you can understand that I’m quite anxious.
All is fine otherwise – well, we’re here and the hotel seems very good, though it was dark by the time we arrived so we haven’t seen much and, as soon as we had dinner (which we had to do in the half hour before the restaurant closed) I skyped Russell. Charlotte and Miriam (it’s M who’s staying in the annexe, C is her mother) were there too, having been out to dinner with him.
Wink bought a new suitcase for this trip, a friend having broken hers by picking it up by the extending handle. Very sensibly, she doesn’t buy black ones like most people do, and this time she chose purple. Quite distinctive. May I warn you, however, that if you are planning to buy a suitcase, this year’s colour is purple. There were at least half a dozen on the carousel and all their owners were quite disappointed to find it wasn’t an unusual colour any more. My grey and orange case was unique, however, which made life easy for me at any rate. And we finished The Times crossword on the plane.