It was 07.00 when I woke up after only one minor interruption. That was a great feeling. A real Mother’s Day treat.
I performed the usual routine and extended my lie in before I took H out.
Another courrier heralded the delivery of a charming little orange tree from Penny. It’s very attractive at the moment. The challenge is to keep it like that.
After yesterday’s slippery debacle on Lardon Chase, I needed safer territory for our walk. That proved to be Castle Meadows where the ground was much drier underfoot. We wandered around enjoying the air and sampling various benches.
I briefly popped into Waitrose. I was so taken by the cushion Ali bought yesterday, that I decided I would like another the same. Now I have two. I needed some cash too and atms are few and far between these days. And Waitrose has one.
Long gone are the days of Northbrook Street and a building society or bank in every other doorway, with associated cash machine.
We returned home for me to make a (delicious) rhubarb pie and to (over) cook sea bream and veg and to burn my hand and to cook two empty saucepans – and destroy a frying pan. Anything else you want to know?
One of those days where Alfreda was on the loose.
All this less than successful culinary effort took a while.
Talking to Pen, this afternoon, I was quite disturbed to learn the reason why we could not book a room in our regular resting place near Exeter. The Hampton by Hilton at Exeter airport. We have stayed there for many years and at Christmas it is a must go destination. And recently, they have started to accept dogs.
But no more. I doubt if we will ever stay there again. It has been commandeered for refugees. Daft! Was Pen’s comment. There are no shops etc anywhere near. It’s quite isolated. The airport has no services apparently.
Well the refugees will like the accommodation and they need somewhere comfortable to stay. And there is even room for a small shop. But it was one of my Christmas treats. I will miss it.
Well – there is always the golf hotel at Woodbury at twice the price and definitely no dogs. Luckily Pen says she enjoys having Heidi to stay, if we are elsewhere.
The day drifted on after my culinary mishaps and I think the cold water shower means my bbqed hand will survive. It was my whole hand, palm and all. I do things properly. No half measures.
Wedding anniversary tomorrow. I wonder if T will remember!
Thought for the Day
Well – they have to live somewhere … but it brings to mind Grammeno when the Polytunnel Albanians lived there in the winter. They were nice enough when we spoke to them, really nice actually, but a bit feral in their habits.
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