Good morning from a sunny Bristol.
Goodness, I must have been tired; I haven’t slept so well in years! I didn’t stir for eight hours straight.
Our little holiday is over, having been the very first holiday en famille ever. I found I missed DH and my Philip dreadfully.
The day in Hereford was very successful; everyone enjoyed the Mappa Mundi very much; DS was particularly taken with it saying that a lot of it reminded him of Herodotus.
On Thursday evening, DSiL came to take DGD back as she had a rehearsal yesterday with her Bristol Youth Choir before leaving for their German tour last night.
After packing, and cleaning/tidying up to go home, we spent the day in Caerleon. It is a very pretty little town, we saw the amphitheater and went to the little Roman museum and baths.
Lunch al fresco and home. We stopped at the railway station to drop DGS who was returning to Folkestone.
Today is going to be more prosaic - church cleaning, coffee…
DGS is 46 today - he was born the day after Louise Brown, the first test tube baby! It was all over the papers.
I hope you have a good weekend. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.


