Monday

No George for me today (his neck is still a little stiff and sore) which was just as well as Nigel's work kept me busy until about 3.30pm.

Then I escaped into the garden. It got a bit hot but I managed to do everything I wanted. 

Florence is flying to New York as I type. She is meeting friends in Brooklyn and travelling there alone. She text me from Heathrow to tell me she is a randomly selected passenger and had been searched 3 times by the time she got to her gate.

I doubt I shall settle until I know she is there. I know I am being overly anxious.