Calmer

I had a wonderful sleep. Delicious. More or less uninterrupted – and I felt so much better when I woke up than I have recently.

The only problem concerned my apple watch which had not charged up. I assumed it had fallen off the magnetic charger, and tried to charge it again, but it lost even more power. Down to 6% by now. Things were getting serious! I rejigged the USB connections and left it. Nothing. I researched the problem on the internet which suggested a restart might help, assuming there was enough power to do one. I also collected the spare, and newer charger from the car and connected it. And carried out a restart. One action or the other solved the problem. For the time being.

Still, there was no need to hurry. I was due to meet L and T around 12.00 because she – Lena- wanted to prepare the house for the returning travellers as well as cook some food for them for tomorrow. That meant more shopping was required.

I had offered to take them out to lunch today, as a treat, but in the end, Lena felt she had too much to do and lunch might not be a wise activity.
She was telling me, with feeling, how unpopular Zelensky was before the war broke out and that he did nothing for the country. I was moaning about Biris, but if course the Ukranians like him.

Ali and Dave leave Mauritius around 20.00 UK time and should get home around 10.00 tomorrow. Landing at Heathrow around… 07.40.

I took H for a quick walk in Streatley Meadows before the shopping expedition. I needed to buy nothing, because we needed nothing, given the imminence of our escape to avoid the jubilee jamborees.

Head below the parapet etc. Not invited, so not hanging around. Why on earth anyone would think I would want to sit in the middle of Moulsford Rec, with T, as a pair, given current circumstances.

All this, despite Goring and Streatley’s best efforts to set the record for the longest street party. Something like 500 tables. Apparently. Oh… they are closing the High Street over the river. What a surprise.

Have I a chip on my shoulder? Possibly! But going anywhere to be sociable with T is very painful . I can never be sure what embarrassments will spout from his lips these days. He tries to make jokes. For Dad jokes, read bad jokes.

I thought I had overcome my irritations but it seems not.

I took T to the Waterfront which was very busy and short of staff. The Thames in Benson was a bit like a watery Piccadilly Circus. Busy. Boats, paddle -boarders, kayaks, canoes, inflatables, swimmers. etc etc.

I became overheated and was glad to escape.

Our cycling friends reached Hindhead this evening.

Following lunch out, a rest was required.

It seems to have been a day of great pageantry. Queenie turned up in the balcony. Frail. She had seemed a little stronger of late. A wise woman. I suppose uncontroversially living to be 96 deserves recognition.

Beacons were lit! Beacons! Ha! I remember when a beacon was a beacon, not a bit of fuel, lit in a metal basket, on top of a broomstick. After all, our last house was called Beacon View, and we could still see Beacon Hill on the day we left.

Thought for the Day

Number 4, Mr Pootin- think on it.