Julia

Julia left this morning. Col ran her to the Station and then set off for his day's Treasture Hunting.  She arrived Friday lunchtime. We had chicken veggie soup (homemade), chilled out in the afternoon when we did some catching up. She has had a harrowing year - losing both her brother and her father, and of course we have just lost Ken, our brother in law.

It was lovely to see each other again.  We have known her for over 30 years, and shared the strange Expat life together.  She treated us to a meal at The Steam Packet on Friday night - us girls had goats cheese and beetroot tart and Col had escalope of pork. It was excellent.   We will go again soon I hope.

We walked there and back - its a nice river side walk. And we did pretty much the same walk on Saturday to the Art Cafe, where we had coffee and I got some pretty things for the little grandaughters. Jacks came for supper, which was Cooksed rather than cooked. We had Thai chicken curry, with two kinds of rice - sticky and egg fried - veggie spring rolls, and the usual ice-cream to follow.  Then we watched the Final of Strictly Come Dancing.   I think I am tired of the levels of hysteria within the programme - and the general level of luvvie-dom.

Ken's funeral soon.

We have all had sadness this year, and of course health issues.

When I was a little girl - back in the olden days - I used to wonder why the grown-ups used to talk to each other about their medications and what the doctor said to them when they had their tubes tilted* all the time.

Wonder no more Sue Knight.

*with apologies and acknowledgments to Victoria Wood for that wonderful line.