Mock Turtles
A slower start to the morning. Lorraine and I soon waxing our new scaffolding bookcases like furies. More rehearsals for Pack of 3 going on today too.
Toby and I went out for a long walk around Brighton. It was thronging with tattooed pasty-faced Londoners spilling down onto the seafront. We popped, more properly, into the Mock Turtle for a traditional cream tea: stiff mountains of cream and jam, and four immense scones, and a pot of leaf tea. After a short spell jostling about on the seafront, we escaped into the Museum by the pavillon. Then to the Basketmakers in the hope of meeting Matt and his parents (we just missed them) and to gulp a much needed lime and soda, Toby a shandy. Wandered slowly home, really nice just to wander about with Toby slowly catching up.
In the evening Lorraine Toby and I went to the Shahi, for a delicious meal. For example we ordered onion bhajis and they were splendid. For the first time we ordered from the house speciality menu, and it was like being in a different restaurant. The dishes were fantastic. Toby and Lorraine talking lots about teaching while we addressed ourselves to the knife and forkwork. Home only to find myself unaccountably stricken by tiredness. I was falling asleep in Match of the Day.
Lorraine had sent off for eye pads to wear at night, as the sun pours through the velux windows on us at this time of year. To bed like a pair of raccoons.
A slower start to the morning. Lorraine and I soon waxing our new scaffolding bookcases like furies. More rehearsals for Pack of 3 going on today too.
Toby and I went out for a long walk around Brighton. It was thronging with tattooed pasty-faced Londoners spilling down onto the seafront. We popped, more properly, into the Mock Turtle for a traditional cream tea: stiff mountains of cream and jam, and four immense scones, and a pot of leaf tea. After a short spell jostling about on the seafront, we escaped into the Museum by the pavillon. Then to the Basketmakers in the hope of meeting Matt and his parents (we just missed them) and to gulp a much needed lime and soda, Toby a shandy. Wandered slowly home, really nice just to wander about with Toby slowly catching up.
In the evening Lorraine Toby and I went to the Shahi, for a delicious meal. For example we ordered onion bhajis and they were splendid. For the first time we ordered from the house speciality menu, and it was like being in a different restaurant. The dishes were fantastic. Toby and Lorraine talking lots about teaching while we addressed ourselves to the knife and forkwork. Home only to find myself unaccountably stricken by tiredness. I was falling asleep in Match of the Day.
Lorraine had sent off for eye pads to wear at night, as the sun pours through the velux windows on us at this time of year. To bed like a pair of raccoons.
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