under another sun

A bad night's sleep, then a bit of plotting and scheming with Keith this morning, then a bit of work and admin... billing mes amis in Paris. While Lorraine went with Maureen to get her other ankle injected. A smidge of planning with Robin. Then Lorraine and I drove back to Canterbury to try to exchange Maureen's new trousers for another size (a failure), and did a smidge of other shopping. We had fun just driving along and going shopping though. We are counting the hours till our homelessness is over. Home again, feeling excitable about everything. Mum called Maureen, and it was odd to hear Mum chatting to Maureen and not be involved. Lorraine and I cooked a cheeky curry for our evening meal. Otherwise a quiet but cheerful night -- Pat and Maureen having packed for their granddaughter Louise's wedding near Plymouth.  I became sucked in by the political dramas of the day. The odious Suella Braverman quit her job as Home Secretary today, following a breach of ministerial code...

Lorraine lying low with a chesty cold, although rallied magnificently to prepare a gorgeous vegetable lasagne.  I went to the pharmacy to collect Pat's medications. They are hopelessly disorganised and I had to wait an hour for them to be ready. Told to sit on the wall outside for 15 minutes (this is after having queued for 20 mins already, and that someone would come out to let us know it was ready. Chatted to two people who were in the same boat... Turns out that they did not come out to call us, and that the names of the prescription were simply muttered behind the counter. When I barged in with the woman I had been talking to half an hour or so later, they were still not ready. Okay for me because I had nothing else to do, but I pity the poor old folk who are treated like this. Then to the post office where a bloke was telling the owners about secret shoppers who were doing the rounds asking which was the cheapest packet of fags. I finally made the woman there smile, when I ask...