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I missed any fun there was to be had today. I hope Dawn had a more interesting day, given it was her birthday. I can only assume she did, as the sun was out for most of it. I didn’t get a response from my text wishing her a happy one, which could mean she was having too much fun. Or she’s blocked me.
Regarding the weather, the morning wasn’t too bad. Sophie walked into Farnham to meet up with Nina. Nina is the mother of Tom’s oldest friend (they’ve known each other since the age of six). He didn’t come with her, so Tom went off on his own.
Shortly after Sophie left, Mirinda and Max (and Max) took the girls to Hankley for a lovely walk.
Poor Boris was stuck with me. I say ‘poor’ because I spent the day mostly immobile due to the ravages of gout. Or, as my wife likes to call it, too much of the high life. I do point out, of course, that The Woman Who’s Had Everything has gout and she’s not exactly an enjoyer of the high life. Or life, really.
Anyway, I spent most of the day on the lounge, watching TV, listening to the radio, reading about what the Zionists thought was reasonable in Lydda in 1948, the usual things I do when struck down.
Eventually everyone returned. Sophie brought Nina with her who we met. I thought she was lovely. Lively and lovely. Sophie had said she was ‘mouthy’ which, I’m sure, was a compliment. I’m fairly certain, Sophie would describe me in the same glowing terms.
At around 14:00, they all bundled Boris into the car and drove home. After a short respite, Mirinda took Max (and Max) to Chawton House so, in part, they could see the glimmering garden. Mirinda reports it was very pretty but also very wet, given the rain didn’t stop the whole time they wandered the walled garden.
The exhibition inside the house, however, was dry and excellent. Or so they both said.
Back at home, we watched a bit of TV and chatted before turning in for the night.
Fortunately, the fold down bed was still in the library. Sophie had been using it during her stay but, tonight, at least, I was saved having to sleep on the lounge – there was no way I was going to make it up the stairs – because of luck. Mirinda had asked Tom and Max if they’d mind carrying it upstairs, but they both forgot. It was a fortunate forgetting.
