A slow start

Back to my desk today, still recovering from the weekend's wussiness. Bits and pieces of a day, no feedback from my French amis but some emails about The Great Chad Adventure. And a spot of niceness from Robin on her site here.

A chat with Anton, then Spoke to Mum who had concerning news about her oldest friend Diane, who is very ill in hospital. Mum had gone out with her for a meal only a couple of weeks ago, so this is all rather upsetting. Meanwhile Lorraine's pal Jo, whose house we stayed in at Hayward's Heath before we moved to our current place is also very ill and now taking family visits only.

Otherwise a quiet day, with Lorraine home late and Beth recovering from the weekend's work then out with her pals. When Lorraine came home, we watched Rick Stein eating his way through Greece in a way that made Lorraine and I long to be there again. An amazing-looking moussaka, cooked by Patrick Leigh Fermor's former housekeeper, had us both slavering. But we had to content ourselves with me reading aloud a spot of  Dracula before bedtime, which happened to be where the three vampire ladies feasted on a small child. And thence to sleep.

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