Friday

This is the site of St Peter School. I used to hear children play as I walked by but now, some grand houses take up the playground.

Busy but good day at work. An evening on the sofa ahead. 

Clive and the gang are off to The Vaults for drinks. I shall remain home. I have to knock this infection on the head. I have so much in the calendar; London on Sunday and Monday with my sisters, a wedding in Wales in a couple of weeks and a trip to Belfast to see Henry and Rachel.