I’m running behind schedule a bit on the postings. Last weekend was a bit of a blast – C shot down to Brighton on Friday after work to spend the evening with E, S and the boys. I was still feeling a bit grim and didn’t want to re-share the gastric bug with them all. C got back early afternoon on Saturday and we headed up to see Keith and C in Finmere. Keith and I watched the remains of the Italy v Wales match and then the Scotland v Ireland game whilst C and C did their facial stuff. Afterwards C prepared a great meal and we had a great chat about K’s upcoming exhibition in Venice (check out the link to Keith’s web-site on the Pasta Paulie home page) as well as sorting out the political situation/the recesssion/what to do with the bloody bankers before hitting the sack. Always a good night with the Jansz’s.
Next morning we headed over to Chackmore to see our old friends J and S. Sue’s recently been diagnosed with cancer and has only just got over fairly major surgery. However she looked just great – and was getting ready to head off on a shopping trip with a girlfriend. We didn’t stay but felt great to have seen S looking strong and determined and lovely.
We headed back via Buckingham to check out the old house and the town. New people have at last moved into our former home but it seemed in need of some re-decoration and a bit sad-looking to be honest. The town centre is turning into a ghost town and we knew that it was the right decision to have moved. Our former neighbour’s home was still up for sale. They put it on the market exactly the same week as our house nearly 4 years ago for virtually the same price (although the houses were completely different) and they are still waiting to sell it. Thank goodness we don’t have that problem any longer.
We headed back to our apartment in Staines and as it was so warm (when was the last time I wrote that in England) we had a walk along the Thames and a glass of ropey wine in a decent pub overlooking the river before heading home for some decent wine to watch the rugby. An England win – in fact a storming win over France. Take that Chabal. That evening, already nicely oiled, we headed over to Richmond to meet up for dinner with old mate Shay who was over from the USA on business. We had another great night and too much wine. Thank goodness for the trains. It was good to see him and he was on great form despite a gruelling schedule which has seen him cover most of the western world in the last week or so.
So that was the weekend. Really enjoyable but bed, glorious bed, was the final and almost the best thing.