Lovely lunch and washing machine horror

A lovely time with Catherine and Tanya who we met in The Bath Arms for lunch. Unusually chaotic there with a bull in a china shop man serving the tables, who dropped our tray of beers on the floor next to us, soaking my shoes and trousers. The food was microwaved, and none of the desserts advertised were on. However the company was excellent. Lots of good chats. From there we went to a new ice cream place where we had some rather delicious ice cream and coffee. Here I was talking about the idea of putting together some kind of course, and Catherine and Tanya were so positive about me, and so full of helpful and encouraging suggestions that it was far better than any therapy session, and I came out of it with a rapidly emerging alternative path ahead of me. It was brilliant to talk to them, and of course Lorraine was as supportive as ever. So all in all a lovely time for me.

Home, and I took the sodden clothes from the washing machine to the launderette, and then after I returned, spent the next several hours struggling with the washing machine. We worked out what the code meant, and drained the machine, and then had to dismantle part of the kitchen to get at the pipes, installed eccentrically by the man before us. Extended bucket work and then cleaning and reassembling of the kitchen. All rather exhausting. Things seemed to be working when we put it all together again though.

Slumped in a relieved way to watch Antiques Roadshow on catchup, and then it was an early night in Kenny Towers, Beth having returned from a lively party and in need of an early night too.