Greek with Rosie

Prematurely, to the gym. I enjoyed it, despite being utterly soaked on the way home, but I am still nowhere near fit and fell asleep later in the afternoon. Not in the best of moods, but the gym helped a little.

Lorraine working from home this afternoon, which meant an early getaway in the evening by bus to Hove, where we met Rosie for a drink in a pub called the Wick Inn. A glass of lager is a wonderful thing, and I am very fond of Rosie especially when she is telling jokes about talking eagles. Thence for a meal in a Greek restaurant, which Rosie likes, with some good Greek grub, making me hungry for the real thing that Lorraine and I will encounter soon. Yippee!