Wimbledon reunion
Have given myself a savage deadline to get enough of the New Idea book sent off shortly after I return from holiday. This means a sprint over the next couple of weeks, but is distinctly achievable. I feel like I am working with renewed purpose.
Some delight and excitement from Betty today, who took the clothes shop card Romy had given her to the shop and found that Romy had put a chunk of cash on it, which represented a small fortune to a student. Also she went to the Basketmakers with Gary in the evening, and they have offered to teach Betty how to pour pints this week: a boon which could lead to more work.
In the evening up to Wimbledon with Anton to meet Sarah Freeman and Marja. Anton and I travelled to East Croydon and then caught a tram, provoking a degree of unnecessary anti-tram controversy from Anton. He hadn't seen Marja for about 13 years and spent some time talking about he achieved his super slim figure. He explained his tactic for renewing his wardrobe. Simply boiling his clothes and hoping they will shrink to fit him.
We all met up at a pleasant, reasonably-priced Danish Sushi place, called Sticks n Sushi and caught up on some gossip. According to Marja, who is Finnish and knows about these things, the Danes are famed for doing Sushi well. You learn something every day.
Marja also introduced us to her new friend Richard and his brother Kay. They are from Ghana, and have an uncle who is running for Presidency. Enjoyed talking to Richard about the little I know about Jerry Rawlings and Ghanan politics.
Good to catch up a little with Sarah too, and learned that her daughter Amelia is now playing harp, which put lots of cherubic images in my head.
Then we caught the slow late train which scuppered our chances of a cheeky beer in Brighton. Home, and stealing into bed beside a sleeping Lorraine, the day ended.
Some delight and excitement from Betty today, who took the clothes shop card Romy had given her to the shop and found that Romy had put a chunk of cash on it, which represented a small fortune to a student. Also she went to the Basketmakers with Gary in the evening, and they have offered to teach Betty how to pour pints this week: a boon which could lead to more work.
In the evening up to Wimbledon with Anton to meet Sarah Freeman and Marja. Anton and I travelled to East Croydon and then caught a tram, provoking a degree of unnecessary anti-tram controversy from Anton. He hadn't seen Marja for about 13 years and spent some time talking about he achieved his super slim figure. He explained his tactic for renewing his wardrobe. Simply boiling his clothes and hoping they will shrink to fit him.
We all met up at a pleasant, reasonably-priced Danish Sushi place, called Sticks n Sushi and caught up on some gossip. According to Marja, who is Finnish and knows about these things, the Danes are famed for doing Sushi well. You learn something every day.
Marja also introduced us to her new friend Richard and his brother Kay. They are from Ghana, and have an uncle who is running for Presidency. Enjoyed talking to Richard about the little I know about Jerry Rawlings and Ghanan politics.
Good to catch up a little with Sarah too, and learned that her daughter Amelia is now playing harp, which put lots of cherubic images in my head.
Then we caught the slow late train which scuppered our chances of a cheeky beer in Brighton. Home, and stealing into bed beside a sleeping Lorraine, the day ended.
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