I'm writing this from Cirencester - the internet link isn't as strong as it was in Reading, but even so, I'm hopeful this will go through.
The tail end of Hurricane Katrina was an interesting experience on the motorway with the car suddenly being buffeted off track from time to time ... but I've experienced worse on the road to Rakaia/Ashburton, so it didn't phase us too greatly.
It was really good to see Karen and Hugh's new home - absolutely "them" and even though it's not yet a week since their arrival, they're well settled in and making friends with the neighbours. We had a lovely lunch together - Karen and me - with homemade fish pate. I went to say Kipper, but it wasn't that ... I've been invited to attend their house warming on Saturday, and hope that will be a possibility - depending on what other plans are, or are not, being hatched in Cirencester.
Then a 24 minute drive here and a pleasant catch up with Philip and Rosemary over dinner. Tomorrow a scenic drive to the rubbish dump is on the agenda - evidently not as odd as it sounds! - followed by something to eat at one of their favourite haunts. At this rate none of my clothes will ever fit me again.
Karen gave me a box today - for packing summer clothes and sending bits and pieces back home in. The box I sent things to myself in UK in, broke and lost a few contents, so I hope that this one will prove sturdier. There's no rush to do that, but it will be good to get some of my clutter out of the car, so that I can start again.
Meanwhile it's hey, ho Silver - to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump! (an oldie but a goodie)
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