Hot heads

Stayed indoors for most of the day, then late afternoon, Lorraine and I mooched off wearing hats, into town centre. I am enjoying my new pricey Panama. Having bought a few bits and pieces, mainly to do with Lorraine leaving school (although I bought myself a mould green notebook) we went to a pub called The Walrus just across the road from Petit Pois where we we would be meeting Penny and Steve. 

Sipping a cold, if pricey, lager chatting cheerfully, when Lorraine took a call from Angie, who we are buying from in Seaford. Unfortunately she is going to have another operation. They are such a nice couple so we feel very sorry for them. However this means our move must inevitably be contingent on her prognosis -- and we both feel a bit gutted by this. 

Meanwhile some boisterous blokes had come drunkenly to the pub, loud but fairly cheery. When Lorraine finished on her mobile a drunk woman t hammered on the window just near where we were, came into the pub and seemed to catalyse trouble. It was heading towards a hot-headed punch-up when we slipped across the road to Petit Pois. Sun, excess alcohol and absolute idiots are a dangerous combination. 

A cheery meal with delicious food although it is a noisy place and sometimes it is hard to hear people talking on the same table. Penny and Steve on good form -- I was asking Steve about managing Lorraine over the next few months, as Penny is also a former headteacher. After some thought, he said listening. Steve still working a few days in London and a couple at home -- he seems to be happy with that.

Penny dropped us near home. Lorraine giving Penny her hat, and we flopped happily onto the gold sofa.