Sprinkles goes home
Up early and sadly took Sprinkles off to Gatwick. Miraculously she seemed absolutely unaffected by our lively night last night, whereas I found myself wussing about with a headache.
We had to force her suitcase shut after it was loaded with all kinds of odd presents and English souvenirs for her pals, and there was an entirely separate bag for chocolate.
Sprinkles' English accent is now excellent. And it was a shame she had to leave as the Brighton Festival is now starting. As we were rushing through the gates I noticed a man in a dragon suit pushing through the gates into Brighton like a harbinger of mayhem.
We got the train on time, and checked in quickly at Gatwick and sat around drinking coffee and laughing about all the good times we'd had. It was an amazing adventure really, and we got on really well, and I am going to miss her. Then a large hug and kiss goodbye and Sprinkles headed off towards security, and I sloped back towards the train. Turns out she bumped into Brian on the other side as she was heading towards her gate.
I then zipped up to Clapham, just two stops from Gatwick to meet First Matie. Lots of gossip with Katie as usual. Gave her a belated birthday card. First we went into a noisy sports pub, but soon left in search of a restaurant. After a false start in an Indian one (we bolted from a balti) we ended up eating tapas and gossiping lots. She is looking forward to the Gavster's return from Senegal tomorrow. Lovely to see her.
Back to Brighton and feeling tired and washed out. Snoozed on my sofa and then shot up the road to see Anton and Anna and baby Oskar who was staying up late and was busy tipping things on the floor. Meanwhile Anton was cooking a gourmet version of sausages and mash. If Sprinkles had been there she would definitely taken a photo of all the sausages with little flags sticking out of them, to denote the species of sausage, as well as special gravy, and mash with mustard seeds and so on. All very wonderful.
Home early, as we were all tired, and I was watching some football on TV when I spoke to Sprinkles now safely home in Trampa, and in the car with the T Bird. She was sounding entirely lively I must say.
Up early and sadly took Sprinkles off to Gatwick. Miraculously she seemed absolutely unaffected by our lively night last night, whereas I found myself wussing about with a headache.
We had to force her suitcase shut after it was loaded with all kinds of odd presents and English souvenirs for her pals, and there was an entirely separate bag for chocolate.
Sprinkles' English accent is now excellent. And it was a shame she had to leave as the Brighton Festival is now starting. As we were rushing through the gates I noticed a man in a dragon suit pushing through the gates into Brighton like a harbinger of mayhem.
We got the train on time, and checked in quickly at Gatwick and sat around drinking coffee and laughing about all the good times we'd had. It was an amazing adventure really, and we got on really well, and I am going to miss her. Then a large hug and kiss goodbye and Sprinkles headed off towards security, and I sloped back towards the train. Turns out she bumped into Brian on the other side as she was heading towards her gate.
I then zipped up to Clapham, just two stops from Gatwick to meet First Matie. Lots of gossip with Katie as usual. Gave her a belated birthday card. First we went into a noisy sports pub, but soon left in search of a restaurant. After a false start in an Indian one (we bolted from a balti) we ended up eating tapas and gossiping lots. She is looking forward to the Gavster's return from Senegal tomorrow. Lovely to see her.
Back to Brighton and feeling tired and washed out. Snoozed on my sofa and then shot up the road to see Anton and Anna and baby Oskar who was staying up late and was busy tipping things on the floor. Meanwhile Anton was cooking a gourmet version of sausages and mash. If Sprinkles had been there she would definitely taken a photo of all the sausages with little flags sticking out of them, to denote the species of sausage, as well as special gravy, and mash with mustard seeds and so on. All very wonderful.
Home early, as we were all tired, and I was watching some football on TV when I spoke to Sprinkles now safely home in Trampa, and in the car with the T Bird. She was sounding entirely lively I must say.
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