It's early morning, but at this stage it looks like a lovely day ahead - just in time for our third school sports event this morning. I believe Christchurch is in for some pretty nippy weather over the next three days so I won't complain about a bit of rain over here!
Steph and I have been looking for a summer nightie for me - tried to get one at home before I left, but of course only winter attire was on sale. There's not much to chose from over here either - but that wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm a bit fussy anyway. It is actually quite nice being able to go into big shopping areas and not having to consider the "what ifs". I hear that there was a 5.7 centred in Dunsandel earlier today. Hope everyone is ok - though Karen explained it as a "nice rolly one" even tho it did go on for 30 seconds. I can't say I miss them.
Yesterday I went in to London by train. Stopped at the station and updated my "Senior Rail pass" which gives me about a third off the fare (I think) so well worth the 28 pounds that it cost. (something to be said for keeping my British Passport) Having received the bank letter (with visa card pin number) I decided to pay by card. Fortunately, when I was at the bank I took money out at the same time - because the wretched card still wouldn't work! So I guess it's back to the bank again for another try. I remember that last time I was here, I had trouble with the eftpos process too ... all very frustrating.
Anyway I met Rachel (niece number two) there with her 11 week old Henry. I'm not at all biassed of course, but he really is a dear wee man. Olive skin and big brown eyes. We got a taxi (I'm still a wimp with the underground if I can get away with it!) to Notting Hill and then wandered around the posh area and viewed the shops etc (only from the outside). We found a very nice restaurant behind a dress shop and wandered in there for cibatta chicken and avocado, followed by an extremely delicious strawberry something which we shared. And suddenly we'd been 5 hours together and it was time to make tracks back to Reading.
Meanwhile Steph had been to the physiotherapist and is now strapped for a few days, with a rotor cuff problem. She's as good about going to get things sorted as I am - so it is 7 weeks since she first hurt herself - but I recognise all the symptoms from past experience!!! Even so, she'd done all my washing for me in my absence AND ironed a shirt. I could start to get used to this kind of life.
I'll try to put up a photo of Rachel and Henry. It is always a challenge, so don't be surprised if it's not actually on here. If not, I'll keep trying.
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