under another sun

All up fairly early. Lorraine went around to have brunch with Kate and Andrew and other pals. Mum and I had a slow breakfast with lots of chatting, and then she packed. Back to Edgware today, the journey very busy again, the fastest route today was to go north viaTunbridge Wells and join the M25 eastwards, squeaking through the Dartford tunnel again. Never been through there, and now twice in one week. Safely indoors with cups of tea and figgy rolls, and Lorraine had a doze and we made off south again. Sheer weight of traffic meant it was slow, but we returned the normal way via Heathrow. Did a few quick jobs around the house liking turning the wifi back on, and unplugging timers that Ben had set up timers for lights that would come on and off in the house.  The Tobster called while we were crawling on the jolly M25, and they are enjoying San Miguel in Mexico, shortly to return.  Home and Lorraine and I watched a video Beth sent of Enzo eating his first food: carrot. Spooning ...

A slightly more tranquil day. Have finally begun to relax and I think I have got in touch with lots of stored tiredness. Lorraine and I dissembled our bed, which had been slowly breaking for some time. The slats holding the bed up have brittle plastic housings, some of which have broken over the years. We then took delivery of a new wooden bed, which we constructed together, with surprisingly little difficulty.  This bed is quite high, Lorraine thinks she may have mismeasured it, however it means that jumping out of bed has never been easier. You simply slide out. Looks good too, being wooden and not brass. A nap in the afternoon, and both felt quite sprightly and much better for it afterwards. Had some dinner outside on the Taverna, which included a good portion of Kenny Farm carrots, grated and done Indian style with a little hot oil and mustard seeds over it. Lovely. Below the last of the little beetroots, and seven multicoloured Kenny Farm carrots, which were delicious. ...