But I’m running ahead of myself again. Eddie Two-Sox and I met in Norwich and spent several hours together, mostly eating and drinking (not whole lots, darlings, just took quite some time over it because it was raining so we were better where we were) though we also had a look round the cathedral. We’ve only met a few times but, as so often with bloggers, we fell straight back into our friendship and chatted as though we saw each other all the time. And then he caught his bus with a minute to spare, which was unintentionally clever timing.
And the Sage had the kettle on when I got home and made me some tea, and he’d lit a fire and now he’s brought me a glass of wine, so he’s missed me in a most satisfactory way, not that I was gone all that long – and he did go out for lunch himself too, so we’ve both done well.
Elle has gone to a Hallowe… oh, it’s a Hallow party, isn’t it? She wanted to know if I’d got anything suitable to dress up in, so I gave her the freedom of my wardrobe. She phoned me earlier on to ask if she could borrow a white garment – she described it as ‘sort of a chemise.’ I’ve no idea. I said she was welcome to help herself.
Hope you got home safe and dry, Eddie dear.