5th November 2019
We invited Mike and Lesley, our English friends for a Guy Fawkes dinner at the Black Sheep restaurant just along the road from our house on South Shore Drive. There wasn’t enough time to organise bonfire and fireworks, so this seemed the next best thing. The wine flowed a little to easily, which meant that sleep took hold very quickly, and I missed the end of the programme I started to watch.
Several hours later I awoke, my neck stiff from being in an un-natural position for so long. I looked across at Kelli who had also fallen asleep. To anyone looking in from outside, the two of us, fixed in our strange poses, must have looked like victims of a crime scene.
Another Lifetime to go 