After a breakfast of scrambled eggs – Bill Granger style – bacon, fresh coffee and toast, I drove Aj back to his car.
21 year old boys who play American football really are sweet arm candy.
The wind was fresh, although this evening its even fresher. The branches on the trees, over-looking the balcony, are waving their leaves around foppishly.
BB drove back into London so Sunday took on a bit of the-old-folks-at-home-scenario.
I mowed the lawn, Jim transferred pictures onto the computer.
Then we both sat in the sun reading the papers.
When the clouds built up I retired into the kitchen and made a Mediterranean Sea Bream.
20 minutes in the hottest of ovens with potatoes, breadcrumbs, tomatoes, garlic and olive oil. Covered with foil then discarded thus browning the bream for a little longer. Jim and I sat and munched our way through the Beleriac beanfeast until 6.00 when it was time to leave.
The drive back was stately and calm. I had the lid down, the heater on and Bulgarian singers harmonising on Radio 3. It was easy to leave the cottage behind me – I had promised myself a big decluttering session today – but I have finally managed to contact Gae to do a massive spring clean. She’s back from Kuwait where she suffered 45 degrees of heat and a shopping mall sporting Debenham and BHS. That’s a long way for a bargain.
I am working Monday and Tuesday, then its a quick dash home. The cottage will be spick and span, sleeping in crisp Gae-ly laundered sheets, bliss, then its off to Morocco on Wednesday morning.
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That’s it. I am gathering up my bits for work, then sifting through the wardrobe for holiday attire.
have a good night and