Thursday, 29 September 2022

I thought I’d given up despairing…

 …and yet the latest régime just goes from bad to bloody awful.  It’ll be interesting to see whether the latest Rt Hon First Lord of the Treasury survives her party conference.  

It helps, in a way, that the garden is looking a bit better: Ben was here this week and has hauled out some stumps, and hacked down and divided some of the irises: I’ve distributed clumps to friends and neighbours.  We’re thinking about planting spring bulbs where we can enjoy them from the kitchen window.  

We had an unexpected visit on Friday from my old friend Thierry, a colleague back in my Swiss days, and his son, Vincent.  The latter has completed two years at the Federal Polytechnic in Lausanne, and is about to start his Bachelor’s year at Imperial College, returning to Lausanne next year for his Master’s.  Delightful young man.  We took them for a rather disappointing meal at the Hotel du Vin in town.  Had I been on top of my game, I’d have sent my overcooked meal back.  (As it was, I was feeling pretty lousy with a lingering cough following a recent cold, and my assertiveness circuits weren’t firing as they should.).   The restaurant was not busy, though, and it’s a good environment for socialising.  Last time we were there was on my birthday, and we sat in the garden for our meal.  Friday’s torrential rain kept us gratefully indoors.


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