Mum goes home, and a significant carrot

All up fairly early. Lorraine went around to have brunch with Kate and Andrew and other pals. Mum and I had a slow breakfast with lots of chatting, and then she packed.

Back to Edgware today, the journey very busy again, the fastest route today was to go north viaTunbridge Wells and join the M25 eastwards, squeaking through the Dartford tunnel again. Never been through there, and now twice in one week. Safely indoors with cups of tea and figgy rolls, and Lorraine had a doze and we made off south again. Sheer weight of traffic meant it was slow, but we returned the normal way via Heathrow. Did a few quick jobs around the house liking turning the wifi back on, and unplugging timers that Ben had set up timers for lights that would come on and off in the house. 

The Tobster called while we were crawling on the jolly M25, and they are enjoying San Miguel in Mexico, shortly to return. 

Home and Lorraine and I watched a video Beth sent of Enzo eating his first food: carrot. Spooning around with an apparently delicious puree, and later brandishing a stick of carrot. He seemed to like it and have fun. Also he slurped some water too. Compulsive viewing of what Beth explained to me the other day is called baby-led weening. 

We L and I boofed gratefully onto the gold sofa having warmed up the rest of our turkey and leek pie, and watched an episode of Stranger Things before bed.

Below, delightful carrots and Mum's carol singer candlesticks, which I always liked. Various bits have broken off over the years, like wings and pigtails but their character still shines out.