I’ve got to iron some clothes, but I think I’ve got more than enough draped all over the spare bed. And I’ve bought the final bits and pieces, including an unscheduled purchase of a swim suit because I can’t find mine. It’s rarely used, I’m lamentably afraid of water. I don’t mind getting in, being splashed, putting my head under water – I just can’t be out of my depth and, frankly, prefer to hold on to the side just in case. Like Dumbo and the feather. I rarely go more than knee-deep in the sea because there’s nothing to hold on to.
Oh dear. I didn’t intend to mention my stupidest fear. I’ll deal with it one day, I promise. Half a century is already too long to be afraid for, now I’ve written it down I’m halfway to pulling myself together.
Everyone in the family will be here for lunch tomorrow, Ro phoned to confirm this evening. Brilliant! I’ve made lasagne, they can phone when they are leaving and it’ll give me half an hour to put it in the oven.
I still have typing to do, darlings, please excuse a short and uninteresting post. I’ll try to make up with it with PICTURES! when I get home again. I’ve got my camera charging right now, so that I can thrill you all. But there will be at least one more post before I go, probably two. Because I’ll miss you most awfully.