Home again
Narcoleptic start to the day. Luckly I had not been coughing too much last night. John and Sue had so successfully created a relaxing atmosphere that I slept for hours. Lorraine doing some work in the morning on her headship course. I finally emerged, after fiddling with a poem and then needing another lie down, to a lovely seafood pasta. In Sue's guest room there are curtains with patterns on them in which faces emerge if you look at them long enough and this began a chain of thoughts which started me writing, which I haven't done for ages.
Then we drove off with Sue and John to have a quick lurk about in Kiftsgate Court Garden. Sue and John's splendid teenage daughters Harry and Maite both have a Sunday job there in the cafe, but John had to drive Maite home as she wasnt' well. Enjoyed some freshly made lemonade before dropping Sue back at her parent's house, who we had also met at the gardens. Sue's dad is 80 and likes nothing more than setting off into the wild blue yonder on motorbikes.
Lorraine and I feeling quite rested after our short stay. Slightly sluggish three hour journey home listening mainly to Radio Four. However the low sun was bringing out the gree and gold of the woods and fields beautifully. I love this time of year.
Home and the cats all alive still, and the house not decorated by cat by-products which was nice. We snuck off to have a late curry before heading to bed, after Lorraine had caught up with the TV show Spooks.
A few snaps in Kiftsgate gardens.
Narcoleptic start to the day. Luckly I had not been coughing too much last night. John and Sue had so successfully created a relaxing atmosphere that I slept for hours. Lorraine doing some work in the morning on her headship course. I finally emerged, after fiddling with a poem and then needing another lie down, to a lovely seafood pasta. In Sue's guest room there are curtains with patterns on them in which faces emerge if you look at them long enough and this began a chain of thoughts which started me writing, which I haven't done for ages.
Then we drove off with Sue and John to have a quick lurk about in Kiftsgate Court Garden. Sue and John's splendid teenage daughters Harry and Maite both have a Sunday job there in the cafe, but John had to drive Maite home as she wasnt' well. Enjoyed some freshly made lemonade before dropping Sue back at her parent's house, who we had also met at the gardens. Sue's dad is 80 and likes nothing more than setting off into the wild blue yonder on motorbikes.
Lorraine and I feeling quite rested after our short stay. Slightly sluggish three hour journey home listening mainly to Radio Four. However the low sun was bringing out the gree and gold of the woods and fields beautifully. I love this time of year.
Home and the cats all alive still, and the house not decorated by cat by-products which was nice. We snuck off to have a late curry before heading to bed, after Lorraine had caught up with the TV show Spooks.
A few snaps in Kiftsgate gardens.
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