A Lewes booze

Up early again. Lorraine received a call from Maureen saying that Patrick's catheter had come out and so on, so she went round, called the catheter nurse and so on. Patrick behaving a little bit erratically, which Lorraine and I thought might be due to a bladder infection, which the nurse also thought. I talked to Luke who is doing a grand job repointing. The great clouds of dust part of the job is done, he is also putting in a little gutter too to prevent water gathering. 

I went off to the station. Train cancelled but I caught the next one, after taking the opportunity to walk around the Salts for 25 minutes to up my paces. Then to Lewes where I met Messrs. Hartley and Hoibak in the Lansdowne arms, and then we made off to Chaula's for a buffet Indian lunch. Fairly good value, and decent food. Then we went on a little bit of a Lewes pub crawl, going to the Gardener's Arms, then off to the Snowdrop Inn (named after the Lewes Avalanche) and back to the John Harvey tavern. Conversation briefly a little morbid in the Gardener's, but we resolved to leave all dark thoughts there and made off. Hot in the sun in pub gardens. Jolly good to see them both and lots of cheery banter.

Then home, top hat somewhat askew, and made myself a quorn sausage sandwich, then zoomed into Morrisons where I collected an antibiotic prescription for Pat and took it around to Pat and Maureen's place.  

Home again, and a quiet evening sipping mineral water. Pleased by the fact Chelsea had won 5-1 and I waited for Lorraine to return from her nurses reunion in Brighton. Mooched out to meet her. She'd had a good time with her pals. And so to bed.