A satisfying Saturday

Up and at 'em, at least for a Saturday.

Phoned Janet, who was tired after a poor night. I will see her next week.

Lorraine and I had what we indelicately call a house poo, where we took sacks of rubbish to the recycling plant in Hove, and boxes of things to go to a Hove charity shop. Quite satisfying to have a tidy dungeon, into which we can now neatly store garden stuff that had been kept in the rotting shed we got rid of.

Then back to Brighton, where I bought Anton a card and pressie. A lovely afternoon, and Lorraine sat finally lounging on her sun lounger, whose purchase had been within fifteen minutes of bringing it home before we went on holiday, the signal for the end of the drought.

A really nice evening. Off to the Bath Arms to meet Anton, where we sat outside for a bit. We went off to have bite to eat in Indian Summer. He was perky having been to his cardiologist, who told him his valve looks fine, and he is now officially in good shape, despite having a pesky virus which overshadowed his holiday in Bulgaria. It is a nice place, and the Black Sea apparently brackish not fully sea water, which I hadn't realised. Nice meal, and chats. Fond farewells at the taxi rank, and we zoomed back home.