We visited That London today, to see builders who we hoped might do the job at the flat, and we were bowled over by the loveliness of the flat all over again. I often feel I’d love to live there, but it’s absurd, it’s far too small and I’m not a city girl at all. But Tim has just the same reaction to it, it’s quite delightful.
The pub next door has been totally renovated, not before time – though I think that all the pulling around done there has brought about my problems – and it’s now an excellent restaurant, specialising in Creole food. I’ve meant to eat there for ages but it hasn’t worked out – last time, at the end of October, i’d reserved an hour which was taken up with the extra travel caused by the signal breakdown on the East Angularian line. Anyway, all went exceptionally smoothly today and we had a most splendid gumbo. My mother used to make gumbo, with home grown okra, back in the 1960s and I’ve never eaten it since, but this was damn good.
We duly discussed what was needed with the builders, and have been edged towards a roofer, and hope to discuss matters with him next week. And we got a train earlier than expected home, having sailed through changes on the underground – as we arrived on the platform, so did the Tube train, it was most fortunate. So it’s been a good day overall. I made omelettes for supper and we’ve been singing ever since, and LT has played his guitar.
I know, darlings. Quite awful, aren’t we? But it makes us happy.