Last week, I overheard John on the phone, saying, “Right-o then, we’ll see you on the 18th.” When he came off the phone, he explained that he’d arranged for us to go down to George P’s for the day. I was a little dubious because, at that point, the ol’ man was still struggling. But of course, he rose to the occasion today, didn’t he? And we had a lovely time.
I think it’s good for us to get out and about a bit if we can, so I am sure we have both benefitted from our trip down south.
We said our goodbyes to Andrew, who had arrived home about an hour before we set off. He had slept over at the Kenilworth Newbies because he’d spent yesterday supporting them with William’s 6th birthday party.
We didn’t go – Danielle had said, “It’s going to be a party of a dozen five year-olds, all running around and screaming….” so we gave it a miss this year – our ears and nerves telling us we’d not enjoy it. I think William enjoyed it though – and he certainly enjoyed the cake that Mummy had made!! Look at the cheesy grin!
We set off just after 10.30 this morning; did a lap round the roundabout as is our wont; nipped back into the house to collect what we’d forgotten; and finally set off just before eleven. The journey down the M40 wasn’t so good, with rain lashing down and spray splashing up, but we managed to arrive just an hour after John had promised. We were delighted to see Nev there as well, and Val, who arrived just after us, having been out chairing a committee meeting.
We went to the pub for lunch and what a treat it was. We had the best table in the house, nicely tucked away in a corner with a great view of Ickenham High Street.
Naturally, the talk turned to politics, as it often does when John catches up with his Uni friends. I just closed my eyes and listened…….. but I think John was invigorated by it.
John’s hip and leg niggled a bit again though, so we poured morphine down his neck and popped the paracetamol, so that he could enjoy the day. Bless him, he was determined to walk from the car to the flat; then from the flat back to the car; and from the car to the pub; and vice versa. Jiggered he was – absolutely jiggered. “Shall I get the wheelchair, John?” I offered at several opportune moments, but the terse answer came back each time: “No. I’ll walk.”
As has been the case recently, I failed to take photos of the event. Honestly, I am so forgetful! On the other hand, I may have been enjoying myself too much to think about it. Probably the latter, what do you reckon?
However, I didn’t forget to take photos of the lovely bunch of flowers Carol sent through to us last week. Cheered us up no end. Lucky us, eh?
Here’s to enjoyable events and pretty things. Food for the soul.
Take care everyone. God bless.