Banana cue

Writing this morning. Lorraine off to do story time, then take Pat to a physio to help him with his leg with a painfully tight calf muscle. Gardening mid day, and later a spot of house hunting. The four of us piling into Lorraine's car. Off to a flat that the estate agent was rather ashamed to show us once he arrived. The walls were literally sodden with damp, and there was a small deciduous tree growing from the skirting board. Maureen, meanwhile, has fallen in love the first one they saw yesterday, and not really wanting to see many more as it is perfect for what they need.  

At tea time I made off to The Old Boot Inn for a beer and a chat with Steve who had been invigilating again this week, and then went to the Cinque Ports, having been drawn by the idea of a pint of Director's bitter. We played a game of pool, which took ages as we were both dire at it. There were only two cues to use, one curved like a banana and the other a stubby one with the butt end missing.

Home early, and lurked about with everyone on the Gold Sofa. A cheerful day. 

Below Calliope exploring the new wild life pond.