Up to see Mum and Mas
Up and off in the new car to Edgware. A speedy journey, able to listen to podcasts in a relaxed fashion. To Mum and Mason's house. The next door neighbours, those of the concrete dogs, artificial grass and leaf phobia have erected an ugly little fence between their door and Mum and Mason's. They have taken down their for sale sign, much to the gloom of neighbours nearby.
Mum and Mas on good form, and after a cup of tea, and seeing John the carer, who came by and generally laughed and told Mason how good he was looking, we drove north to the Waggon and Horses pub in Elstree. This under new Irish management, and the craic there has definitely improved, along with the food. A Sunday lunch there. Mason ordered one of their good burgers, and Lorraine and I had roast chicken. Mum had fish and chips.
Then as we left the silver tongued new owner telling Mas how much I looked like him, telling me how nice Mum and Mas were, and giving Mum a free bottle of wine to take home.
Mason much taken with the new car, and was stroking it appreciatively, as we climbed out of it back in Edgware. More chats and teas with Mum, before fond farewells and we climbed aboard the Qashqai and cruised home. The M25 slow but not jammed for a change, listening to the Classic FM's top twenty. Something execrable schmaltz this week at number one, The Glorious Garden featuring the doggerel of Alan Titchmarsh.
Lorraine working when we got home in preparation for next week. I did some ironing, watched by cats. Early to bed.
Mum and Mas on good form, and after a cup of tea, and seeing John the carer, who came by and generally laughed and told Mason how good he was looking, we drove north to the Waggon and Horses pub in Elstree. This under new Irish management, and the craic there has definitely improved, along with the food. A Sunday lunch there. Mason ordered one of their good burgers, and Lorraine and I had roast chicken. Mum had fish and chips.
Then as we left the silver tongued new owner telling Mas how much I looked like him, telling me how nice Mum and Mas were, and giving Mum a free bottle of wine to take home.
Mason much taken with the new car, and was stroking it appreciatively, as we climbed out of it back in Edgware. More chats and teas with Mum, before fond farewells and we climbed aboard the Qashqai and cruised home. The M25 slow but not jammed for a change, listening to the Classic FM's top twenty. Something execrable schmaltz this week at number one, The Glorious Garden featuring the doggerel of Alan Titchmarsh.
Lorraine working when we got home in preparation for next week. I did some ironing, watched by cats. Early to bed.
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