Went to visit Beryl and Peter. Mirinda stayed at home. The rest of us had a lovely, relative-y day.
Met Sherry and the twins. And a crazy girl called Vicki who has neurological problems after going through a car windscreen at age three. Outrageous sums her up nicely. Obviously, I liked her immensely.
We went to lunch at the Barley Mow, which Peter swears he’ll never go to again – as he has many times before, according to Beryl.
Halfway home, Denise realised she’d left her handbag at Beryl’s place. She rang when we arrived home and organised a pick up as they are all going away tomorrow morning.
I attempted toad in the hole tonight and it was awful. Denise called it stodge. I claimed I’d finally paid her back for the legendary Mexican fruit cake.
Peter has manflu and getting more miserable by the hour.
