Other people's homes

... are so elegant! I was invited to a birthday meal for a 75 year old, but first I had to chair a meeting. I went there straight from the meeting, as prearranged, so was a little early. The hostess and host were having a little lie down before the first guests arrived, so I sat in the blue armchair and wrote emails. How sad am I?

The meal was delightful. Afterwards friend and I walked home. It was a very long way. She was surprised that there hadn't been a cake, but our birthday friend is not a fan but of sweet things. I didn't get home until 11, having been active since 8.30 am. I have a great desire to be living someone else's life right now.