Toby leaves, Rosie returns
The Pathetic Fallacy of protracted rain this morning. Toby getting ready to zoom back up to Edgware. Lorraine up early and making muffins, which she took off to Jo, whose house we stayed at in Haywards Heath, and who is now in a hospice.
Brief chat with First Matie this morning too.
Toby and I had a substantial breakfast together, then we walked down to Preston Park station twice, the second time with his iPad. Still it gave us to talk about the few things we'd not already talked about. Fond farewells. Saddened to see him go as usual. When Toby and I are together it seems like no time since we last saw each other, which is a good thing.
Home and a bit of a regroup with Lorraine, who had met her pal Penny and both had a nice chat with Jo. We lurked about before deciding, as the weather spontaneously cleared up, to go for a stroll along the seafront at Hove. Vintage aircraft flying back from Shoreham, the day having been cancelled due to the horrific crash of the Hawker Hunter yesterday on the A27, a road that Lorraine regularly goes down. Still the vintage plane lover in me couldn't help but revel in seeing Spitfires, what I'm fairly certain was a Bristol Blenheim, and what looked like two ME 109s.
Beautiful bracing afternoon, the sea green and choppy. At Hove Lido we met Rosie and two of her old friends, and their twin girls. Popped in to get a cold drink from the cafe, and I noticed Fat Boy Slim lounging in there. We then sauntered back along the seafront with them we also met Rosie's sister Emily and Tim, and their twin girls, Phoebe and Lyra who ran around us all like satellites as we talked.
Rosie and Lorraine and I left the parents to it, and went to a pub called The Connaught in Hove where we heard about Rosie's holiday in Ithaca with her pal Alice, and forked down a pretty good Sunday roast. Nice staff there too.
Home by bus, and feeling pretty tired, but staying up too late as Lorraine was watching Les Miserables on TV, which we'd seen recently in the cinema. She cried at the end, obviously.
Below red flags at Hove.
Brief chat with First Matie this morning too.
Toby and I had a substantial breakfast together, then we walked down to Preston Park station twice, the second time with his iPad. Still it gave us to talk about the few things we'd not already talked about. Fond farewells. Saddened to see him go as usual. When Toby and I are together it seems like no time since we last saw each other, which is a good thing.
Home and a bit of a regroup with Lorraine, who had met her pal Penny and both had a nice chat with Jo. We lurked about before deciding, as the weather spontaneously cleared up, to go for a stroll along the seafront at Hove. Vintage aircraft flying back from Shoreham, the day having been cancelled due to the horrific crash of the Hawker Hunter yesterday on the A27, a road that Lorraine regularly goes down. Still the vintage plane lover in me couldn't help but revel in seeing Spitfires, what I'm fairly certain was a Bristol Blenheim, and what looked like two ME 109s.
Beautiful bracing afternoon, the sea green and choppy. At Hove Lido we met Rosie and two of her old friends, and their twin girls. Popped in to get a cold drink from the cafe, and I noticed Fat Boy Slim lounging in there. We then sauntered back along the seafront with them we also met Rosie's sister Emily and Tim, and their twin girls, Phoebe and Lyra who ran around us all like satellites as we talked.
Rosie and Lorraine and I left the parents to it, and went to a pub called The Connaught in Hove where we heard about Rosie's holiday in Ithaca with her pal Alice, and forked down a pretty good Sunday roast. Nice staff there too.
Home by bus, and feeling pretty tired, but staying up too late as Lorraine was watching Les Miserables on TV, which we'd seen recently in the cinema. She cried at the end, obviously.
Below red flags at Hove.
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