After a long, mildly distressing and hugely frustrating day at my more distant hence less preferred hobby venue, not helped by the busy-period drive home after an unnecessarily long day, I was ready for some light relief.
So, after laundry and bed making (quelle joie), it was off to St Leonards today for a 40th birthday bash: that of the daughter and son-in-law of one of Martyn's former colleagues. Nice do in pleasant weather, and Martyn was happy to catch up with members of his old team.
I'm geting a little fed up with the car substituting its judgement for mine when it comes to braking: it intervened twice today, deploying the anchors unbidden. Maybe I should learn from it? That aside, the drive was relatively non-toxic, though Dotty did take us along some pretty marginal roads. Perhaps because we'd scorned her preferred route and required her to recalculate a number of times. I suppose all this technology has to be a good thing, but it's terribly bossy, and I sometimes feel nostalgic for simpler days. And not only in the automotive context. Clear sign of age, I suspect.
No more parties, however, until a week tomorrow. Poor show.
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