The lunch that wasn't...

I imagine by now some of you will have read Sheol's blip, and may still be rolling in the aisles. Suffice it to say, in a rather hectic week of fun and laughter with Charlotte, we were planning to top it off with a family meal in the newly decorated dining room.

Oh my, Charlie had picked up quite a nasty head cold during her week here (tested negative for covid), and Janet said as she was leaving for her prearranged and long overdue hair appointment that she would cancel the meal, and that I needn't set the full table.

It was with some surprise therefore that bang on one o'clock I opened the front door to Greg and Catherine. I am sure, given enough time, that forgiveness will prevail. It is for my beloved, after all, not out of character. I'm sure it will turn out to be my fault after careful analysis.

Hey ho. Plans for family group blips went out of the window of course, and we are left with this evening's full moon over the hump backed railway bridge, taken on our evening perambulation before Charlie returns to Portugal tomorrow.

Lesson. Write the text, but also send the text...