Eve in England

Eve rang for a catch up just as we finished wrestling the heaviest desk in Christendom from the office into the living room. So, I propped the phone up and we had a chat, although I don’t think me and Mrs S were at our best. Mind you, as Eve doesn’t have heating or hot water I don’t think she was on fire either, although she’s still blissfully happy with her new pals and the university life. Which is fantastic to hear.

Apart from that, there was a virtual ride through London and Surrey, a catch up in the new natter corner and then lemony, garlicky, smoked salmon spaghetti.