Good morning from a dry Bristol. It’s still,warm but compared to Kent m is tropical green.
We came back from Wales yesterday afternoon. We visited St. Fagans and saw some of the little houses/cottages. On another visit, I’d like to see the castle and gardens.
We had a dreadful fright on the way home. Some idiot decided at the 11th hour that s/he had taken the wrong exit on the motorway and just pulled out in front of us. Poor DD tried to swerve right, but there twas another car coming at speed, so screeched to the left, missing the idiot. The girls were very, very shaken by this - they seem to suffer dreadfully from all sorts of anxieties, and this was added to the pile ?
They had some sort of do at Glastonbury and left me to my own devices.
At about 2030, there was a very insistent knocking on the door. I answered and was give “my shopping”. I hadn’t been told anything about this but assumed it was theirs, it was only when I was half way through unpacking that I realised the shopping couldn’t be theirs - the sort of purchases were definitely not the family’s. The address was checked and I was right. Cue repacking, many apologies…. I forgot to return a pack of loo roll which I shall have to take to the other add later this morning.
Today, I hav3 som3 mending and ironing to do, but don’t know what else.
Carpe diem. ❤️????