Recovery mode
Actually, I don’t have to recover as much as I thought I would following a birthday day of basically hanging out with friends. I took a few snaps along the way. A visit to the post office (thank you for the DVDs, mother! Looking forward to them), a quick shop for birthday essentials (bangers and mash supplies), a beer at Pacho’s watching the parade flags being taken down and the army passing by, a taxi home, stopping briefly along the way, the bangers and mash, a granddad doze and back to Rainbow for the afternoon/evening which included blue cheese and Branston pickle.
Thank you to everyone who sent messages and cards. Collette, for the Brexit T-shirt, and Neil for the Brexit activity puzzle book perfect for the bathroom or other idle moments, the bottles from Miss DJ and Anne, the curtain pole from Jenine and the card from the boys (I am now officially Sam’s best granddad, apparently – I think his mind was elsewhere when he wrote it, lol), and all the good wishes. Obviously, I need to change something as gifts were strangely Brexit and wine flavoured, but now the day has passed, I can get back to the walks and less wine, and I may even be able to see my cheekbones again by the summer – if I am very good, which I rarely am.
Back in Symi mode now and the week ahead which is already filling up with invitations and get-togethers. We’re expecting some bad weather today and tomorrow, and we’ve not had news on our health MOTs yet, but I don’t think it will be this week. It might have to be after Neil has started work which will mean he’ll get a day off, the only one of the season, I expect. But that’s all for the future. For now, I’m going to carry on chilling.
