A thanksgiving
Today in Edgware, and the now-traditional thanksgiving meal cooked by Mason. As well as Lorraine and I, Mum and Mase had invited Ben and Poppy, and Robert and Tanya. We all sat by the fire shooting the breeze and eating pistachio nuts. Good to see Mum looking much improved and back to her usual self again. Her latest craze is Spotify, and wants to put Spotify on her Blackberry for some reason.
Mason cornering Lorraine to talk about his wheelings and dealings. Robert, who edits an investor's publication called Trendwatch, is a passionate advocate of the view that the hysteria around global warming is bunk. Interesting to hear this side of the argument made coherently, as a professional watcher of trends he thinks the global warming bubble has burst. Tanya talking to Mum about wool and vivid colours. Ben radiating bon homie as usual.
Poppy however was not herself and slipped off home, luckily just across the road. But the rest of us strapped on the nosebags and had a jolly time until I heard the call of the seagull. It was time for Lorraine and I to drive off into the night listening to OK Computer. Thankfully it did not snow and Anton texted me as we drove back to say that Chelsea no longer suffer from vertigo, which was his way of letting me know that the blues are no longer top of the league, having been replaced with their nemesis Manchester United.
Mum showed me the page torn out from GBG magazine (Guernsey's glossy) with poems by Richard and your favourite blogger in. On the reverse was an article about nits on which Betty in Guernsey had helpfully written NOT THIS SIDE, which made me laugh.
Today in Edgware, and the now-traditional thanksgiving meal cooked by Mason. As well as Lorraine and I, Mum and Mase had invited Ben and Poppy, and Robert and Tanya. We all sat by the fire shooting the breeze and eating pistachio nuts. Good to see Mum looking much improved and back to her usual self again. Her latest craze is Spotify, and wants to put Spotify on her Blackberry for some reason.
Mason cornering Lorraine to talk about his wheelings and dealings. Robert, who edits an investor's publication called Trendwatch, is a passionate advocate of the view that the hysteria around global warming is bunk. Interesting to hear this side of the argument made coherently, as a professional watcher of trends he thinks the global warming bubble has burst. Tanya talking to Mum about wool and vivid colours. Ben radiating bon homie as usual.
Poppy however was not herself and slipped off home, luckily just across the road. But the rest of us strapped on the nosebags and had a jolly time until I heard the call of the seagull. It was time for Lorraine and I to drive off into the night listening to OK Computer. Thankfully it did not snow and Anton texted me as we drove back to say that Chelsea no longer suffer from vertigo, which was his way of letting me know that the blues are no longer top of the league, having been replaced with their nemesis Manchester United.
Mum showed me the page torn out from GBG magazine (Guernsey's glossy) with poems by Richard and your favourite blogger in. On the reverse was an article about nits on which Betty in Guernsey had helpfully written NOT THIS SIDE, which made me laugh.
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