A Bit Of This, A Bit Of That
Aug. 11th, 2022 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo On Tuesday, after installing my mother in her new home, we went into Godalming for lunch. Ailz had picked out a place called the Acorn. You'd think with a name like that we''d have been getting ingle-nooks and copper warming pans but it turned out to be a high end Spanish fusion joint with a chef who came out of the kitchen to talk with us about the vegan dishes he could rustle up- and would we like this and would we like that? I've never had that happen before. It was a very, very good meal.
The hot weather continues. I don't believe there's been a run of it like this since 1976 (I remember it well) only this time the temperatures are climbing even higher.
We have a workman stripping out the bath and replacing it with a shower. His name is Lewis and he is commuting from Winchester. We ought to strike out for Winchester some time. It's a goodish distance but we no longer have to watch the clock in order to get home before the carer leaves.
I've run out of books but confidently expect something to jump off a shelf at me soon. The last thing I read was a golden age detective story by Gladys Michell. It weren't bad, but stretched credibility to near breaking point. Her detective is a black haired crone called Mrs Bradley who calls everyone "Child"- and was once played in a short-lived TV series by Diana Rigg. I passed the book to Ailz when I'd finished it and her reaction is that she wants to be Mrs Bradley when she grows up.
The hot weather continues. I don't believe there's been a run of it like this since 1976 (I remember it well) only this time the temperatures are climbing even higher.
We have a workman stripping out the bath and replacing it with a shower. His name is Lewis and he is commuting from Winchester. We ought to strike out for Winchester some time. It's a goodish distance but we no longer have to watch the clock in order to get home before the carer leaves.
I've run out of books but confidently expect something to jump off a shelf at me soon. The last thing I read was a golden age detective story by Gladys Michell. It weren't bad, but stretched credibility to near breaking point. Her detective is a black haired crone called Mrs Bradley who calls everyone "Child"- and was once played in a short-lived TV series by Diana Rigg. I passed the book to Ailz when I'd finished it and her reaction is that she wants to be Mrs Bradley when she grows up.
