Wednesday, 21 September 2022

Lunch party: first for years.

Pleasant lunch for seven here yesterday: Canadian cousins Susan and Jack, bro John and cousins Philippa and David.  Simple fare: Prosecco and canapés outside on the terrace, a chicken casserole with ratatouille sauce and the last of the home-grown spuds; apple and blackberry crumble.  Though we’ve seen Susan a few times in recent years, it’s ages since I saw Jack, and we had a good catch-up.

Small excitement at the station when Susan and Jack arrived.  Just as we were walking to the car, I noticed it jump a little.  A fellow had swept into the next parking place in a red BMW and clipped the corner of my car.  Very limited dents and scratches, but he made no bones about giving me his business card, and asked me to send him an estimate.  I’ve been down to our local tin bashers this morning, and expect a quote in the next day or two.  

Meanwhile, I’ve had a poorish night with the beginnings of a cold.  I hope I didn’t give it to all the lunch guests.  I did a lateral flow test this morning and it turned out negative: just as well, since J&S embark tomorrow on a cruise ship…

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