A papal audience
The news full of Scotland's vote to stay part of the United Kingdom. It seems to have been a head over heart decision by the Scots. Feel rather sorry for the dismal yes voters, their romanticised vision of an independent Scotland narrowly voted down.
For me, a papal audience with Catherine Pope in the Bath Arms, talking about publishing, politics and plumbers (she has an excellent one called Evita apparently). A bite to eat and a couple of pints. I always enjoy my lunches with Catherine. Sadly had to hurry home, however for an afternoon briefing from the French Bloke and Pat on a job in London starting early on Monday. Ended the afternoon with Beth and her pal Laura up in the mezzanine playing music as Betty was printing out scripts and so on for her class tomorrow, as well as her panto part to highlight her lines and stage directions, before the girls making off.
Lorraine home and we went to talk to two of our neighbours to discuss some tiresome legal stuff and sip some wine. After, Lorraine and I went to Pizza 500, the pizza place a stone's throw from our house which turns out to be staffed by Italians and serving some of the best pizza and ice-cream I've had in the UK. Lorraine and I relaxed in there. Home and both nodding off on the sofa, before shepherding each other, yawningly to bed.
For me, a papal audience with Catherine Pope in the Bath Arms, talking about publishing, politics and plumbers (she has an excellent one called Evita apparently). A bite to eat and a couple of pints. I always enjoy my lunches with Catherine. Sadly had to hurry home, however for an afternoon briefing from the French Bloke and Pat on a job in London starting early on Monday. Ended the afternoon with Beth and her pal Laura up in the mezzanine playing music as Betty was printing out scripts and so on for her class tomorrow, as well as her panto part to highlight her lines and stage directions, before the girls making off.
Lorraine home and we went to talk to two of our neighbours to discuss some tiresome legal stuff and sip some wine. After, Lorraine and I went to Pizza 500, the pizza place a stone's throw from our house which turns out to be staffed by Italians and serving some of the best pizza and ice-cream I've had in the UK. Lorraine and I relaxed in there. Home and both nodding off on the sofa, before shepherding each other, yawningly to bed.
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