Oskar's birthday and zooming about in Brighton
A blazing day again. Lorraine phoned her hairdresser to arrange a hair appointment, only to discover that she was due there in an hour or so. I walked to Hove Park listening to a football podcast about Arsen Wenger who is about to leave Arsenal.
Outside Nandos opposite Hove Park, I met my godson Oskar for today he is celebrated his 12th birthday. He arrived in the convertible driven by Anton, with Klaudia and Anne. Anna came too, which was nice as I'd not seen her for a while. We all surged in for a 'cheeky Nandos' as eating Nandos always must be. It is hard to argue with chicken in peri-peri sauces and chips with various other bits. I enjoyed a bottomless Sprite zero calorie drink too. I apologised to Oskar for not having his present yet, but gave him a lenticular card that had a picture of the Mona Lisa on it, that when you tilted it, showed a skeleton underneath, which he liked. I liked it too. He was having a good birthday, having played football in the morning, and was about to go off to race go-carts with his pals, and end the day with pizza much later.
Lorraine arrived a bit later too, also with a swanky new haircut. She was given some excellent plant presents by Anton and the family. They included a vine. I wonder what the Osborne Vintage would taste like? Fond farewells, then L and I drove into town, parked the car in Beth's drama school carpark. Lorraine raced into Beth's class, interrupted it, and squeezed her briefly before we left. Then into town to the Apple store to look at phones for Lorraine, and some other shopping Lorraine wanted to do.
Home to get changed, and get ready to go out again. Off this evening to Hove Place. Really busy in there, and rather chaotic, unlike the other day. We bumped into Dawn's daughter Ellie and her boyfriend Russ who didn't know that Dawn was on her way with her pal David to join us. Innis and Rosie arrived too. We were given a table outside, which was fine although my sad Lightning tracker app was going into meltdown, as there was a humongous storm tracking in from the channel over the Isle of Wight and heading north. Only a few grumbles of thunder here though. Thankfully we managed to avoid being struck by lighting or be rained on during the meal, and a cheery time was had by all.
After food and a few mellow drinks, the heaters outside weren't working which was a bit of a chiz. A fun time, but we made a mental note not to go there for food on a Saturday again. Lorraine and I caught a cab, a hybrid electric thing, driven by a very polite driver. After a couple of minutes we were wildly overtaken by another cab, who swerved in front of us, to remonstrate with the driver for 'dirty business'. I had hailed him as he was passing, apparently near a taxi rank where the wild-eyed driver was waiting. Our driver showed great self control and called him a silly man. It all calmed down, but was all a bit odd and perhaps a token of the desperation of some of these drivers.
Happy to be home fairly early, and I watched Match of the Day before we sloped off to bed, looking the distant lightning.
Below the handsome Oskar looking suave with a new Ronaldoesque haircut. Here he is in the carpark, with Anne, in the background looking proud.
Outside Nandos opposite Hove Park, I met my godson Oskar for today he is celebrated his 12th birthday. He arrived in the convertible driven by Anton, with Klaudia and Anne. Anna came too, which was nice as I'd not seen her for a while. We all surged in for a 'cheeky Nandos' as eating Nandos always must be. It is hard to argue with chicken in peri-peri sauces and chips with various other bits. I enjoyed a bottomless Sprite zero calorie drink too. I apologised to Oskar for not having his present yet, but gave him a lenticular card that had a picture of the Mona Lisa on it, that when you tilted it, showed a skeleton underneath, which he liked. I liked it too. He was having a good birthday, having played football in the morning, and was about to go off to race go-carts with his pals, and end the day with pizza much later.
Lorraine arrived a bit later too, also with a swanky new haircut. She was given some excellent plant presents by Anton and the family. They included a vine. I wonder what the Osborne Vintage would taste like? Fond farewells, then L and I drove into town, parked the car in Beth's drama school carpark. Lorraine raced into Beth's class, interrupted it, and squeezed her briefly before we left. Then into town to the Apple store to look at phones for Lorraine, and some other shopping Lorraine wanted to do.
Home to get changed, and get ready to go out again. Off this evening to Hove Place. Really busy in there, and rather chaotic, unlike the other day. We bumped into Dawn's daughter Ellie and her boyfriend Russ who didn't know that Dawn was on her way with her pal David to join us. Innis and Rosie arrived too. We were given a table outside, which was fine although my sad Lightning tracker app was going into meltdown, as there was a humongous storm tracking in from the channel over the Isle of Wight and heading north. Only a few grumbles of thunder here though. Thankfully we managed to avoid being struck by lighting or be rained on during the meal, and a cheery time was had by all.
After food and a few mellow drinks, the heaters outside weren't working which was a bit of a chiz. A fun time, but we made a mental note not to go there for food on a Saturday again. Lorraine and I caught a cab, a hybrid electric thing, driven by a very polite driver. After a couple of minutes we were wildly overtaken by another cab, who swerved in front of us, to remonstrate with the driver for 'dirty business'. I had hailed him as he was passing, apparently near a taxi rank where the wild-eyed driver was waiting. Our driver showed great self control and called him a silly man. It all calmed down, but was all a bit odd and perhaps a token of the desperation of some of these drivers.
Happy to be home fairly early, and I watched Match of the Day before we sloped off to bed, looking the distant lightning.
Below the handsome Oskar looking suave with a new Ronaldoesque haircut. Here he is in the carpark, with Anne, in the background looking proud.
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