A night of divine curry with Anton

Up early, and a long chat with Clem this morning who came in for a cup of tea. We really like Clem, and we swapped funeral stories. He'd not long returned from one in Cornwall.

Then Anton arrived, as he was having his floors revarnished today. So he worked on my desk, when  Lorraine and I whizzed off to Wisley in the afternoon. Shocked to learn that it was eight years since we'd been there before. A lovely afternoon nosing around at flowers and trees, and lurking in the hothouse and so on. Also bought ourselves a couple of Acer plants too.

Cheerfully back home, and Anton, Lorraine and I crammed into the kitchen, Anton and I perched on stools watching Lorraine cook what turned out to be a magnificent chicken curry and dhal and onion rice and Indian green beans. Blinking marvellous it was.

Anton insisted on candles and we sat up at the big table, ate to our heart's content and then listened to music till late, a punk and post-punk playlist drinking quite a few beers and chatting about tunes and life. An excellent and completely relaxed evening.

A few of the sights at Wisley, including a glasshouse robin.