The long ones are the best
What a weekend! Cheryl has come back regaling us with stories about her time away in the big city and the amazingness that is live theatre and the CRAZINESS that has returned to Soho on a Friday night. We think she’s OK, though, she keeps ending every sentence with there were so so so many people that we’re pretty sure she’s still in crowd recovery mode. Bob had a wonderful time in the garden, smiling and standing by as the new neighbours moved all their stuff in themselves, piece by piece. He tried to look busy but eventually just found himself on the new IKEA outdoor cushions. He’s not stopped talking about how comfortable they are since they arrived so we’re happy he’s happy. No sign of Jean, though she left us a note that simply said I’m off. I expect to be red as a lobster when I’m back so we can only assume she’s managed to get herself on flight to warmer climes. Another week and some content campers up in here.