Sat in the front room of the cottage in Bebington listening to Miles Davis, ‘Round Midnight. Genius.
The cupboard is bareish. We are doing a big shop tomorrow morning. This isn’t to say we have no food in but it is mostly ‘store cupboard essentials’ Pasta, oil, vinegar. Stuff like that.
Not that we need anything to eat ce soir. We had a long lunch of tapas at the Bluebell Inn with Barbara and Geroge. V pleasant. Ended up catching a train back to Bebington at around five pm. That’s how long the lunch was.
I had some peanuts with a couple of beers at the Rose and Crown upon our return. Magnifico. The pub not the peanuts.
The speakers on the macbook pro are v good fair play. Perfectly adequate.
It’s a quiet night in here. We are both doing our own thing in the front room. All is quiet. After thirty five years of marriage we don’t have to talk to each other all the time. I will say however that normally we enjoy a nice level of conversation. THG is one of the few people who consistently laughs at my jokes. Maybe the only one 🙂