Breaking bread

I had a fruitful morning at work, safe in the knowledge that I would leave at 1pm. Had a good call with an American client based in Kent. One of my preferred clients, the type who asks intelligent questions, listens and takes advice.

I did a decent Waitrose shop for food for the weekend before accidentally having 40 winks while resting for a moment on my bed listening to the 2pm play on Radio 4 about Winston Churchill having his portrait painted at Chartwell by Graham Sutherland. Luckily, I am wise to my tendency to drop off and I set the alarm, just in case. It was needed....

I then picked up C, one of my oldest and dearest friends, from the station in MK and had the car washed by the marvellous poles (much needed as I parked it under a tree last night and I think a whole flock of starlings with indigestion had been roosting directly above it, say no more).

After catching up with a cup of tea we then headed out to Stony to a favourite Chinese restaurant. Bumped into P and A from the village, which was nice. We had a marvellous meal. It's been ages since I ate out let alone had a decent Chinese. My blip is of C, replete.

C had a long journey and we've both had a long week so it was a mug of horlicks and now I'm in bed. I'm really looking forward to our weekend.