Key decisions

A few hours of writing, and then cheery house and garden stuff. In the afternoon we slipped out briefly to do a little shopping. As I closed the door I realised that I had no keys, nor did Lorraine.  The only person with a key was Beth who was working at home in Southwick. First thought was to train over to them, but there was a train strike. 

So after posting a card to Bob, whose birthday it is tomorrow, we went to the Boot and sat in the outside space there, and then after having sipped a single pint of Fanny Ebbs, a thirst quenching summer ale. But soon, a plan having been made, we made off to the supermarket and the then lurked in the garden, doing a bit of work before Beth and James arrived, having conceived a desire for fish and chips en route. I went off to Trawlers.  Lorraine and I doing Pat and Maureen's trick of sharing a portion, and actually with lots of beans it was fine. Lots to chat about,  as Beth and James are really excited, having had their offer accepted on the house they want to buy in Seaford -- and have accepted an offer on their flat. The stars are aligning.