You just keep me hangin' on...

It was a grey sort of day, and I knew I needed to rest a bit, but wasn't really looking forward to a day of listening to The Road to Wigan Pier and doing house-y things.

Luckily my cousin Fiona phoned and said she was in the area with her daughter Zina, who's 8. I don't see much of them, which is surprising in a way, because she's fairly local. We chatted for ages, then decided to walk down to town to have lunch at Black Books Cafe, which is a very relaxed, child friendly place with books and newspapers scattered everywhere. After a fabulous halloumi salad, we wandered off to Wilko's so that Zina could spend her pocket money. After a great deal of deliberation, she chose a mermaid-doll. I had the feeling that I should be buying things in prep for my holiday to Crete (I fly out on Weds) but short of a whole new wardrobe, and the complete works of Edith Wharton (which I can get on my kindle for £1.39) I am not sure what is required. Maybe just to get to the airport on time, with a toothbrush and towel.

Bomble has just come in, with a big sticky-uppy clump of fur in the middle of his back. That suggests a fight. When will he learn? I had better investigate.

PS The hanging basket was blipped in Lower Street, on the way back from town. Zina said, "why are you taking a photo of that? you don't live there!"