Bedside bouquet

Carl spent a lot of time getting his place ready to receive his convalescent guest. The newly-sanded floors look fabulous, and the newly-opened-up sofa-bed space is perfect, downstairs at loo level, which is probably the most important consideration of all until I get back on my feet and can face stairs with confidence and comfort. Not least was the wonderfully welcoming way in which he'd prepared the space, complete with this little poesy of flowers on the table beside the bed.

We had a gorgeous brunch of asparagus wrapped in ham with dill sauce, served with a fine bottle of champagne which his sister (who iives in France) had given him for his recent birthday. After that we spent a fair while with my MacBook watching movie trailers in Front Row. We worked out way through the alphabet to the H's and then took a break for more food -- home-made French Onion soup this time, followed by a superbly succulent chicken breast with perfect vegetable accompaniment and wine sauce -- delish!

I watched a stand-up comedy show on TV while Carl slaved away in the kitchen, and then we thought it might be a good idea to watch Jodie Foster in Flightplan. It wasn't (a good idea, I mean): slow-moving, slackly directed, not worth watching to the end. Watching the flowers beside my bed nook was a far better end to the day.