10th October 2024
It was returns day, first an Amazon one , and then returning a tube of sealant where the contents were so thick it would move down the tube.
I stopped off at the Trowbridge Tesco to search of a custard slice. Since I’ve been back I have tried to buy some, but all the supermarkets that used to sell them, do no longer.
That made me issue a challenge to myself to track one, possibly two, before I go back to the US.
I’m not fanatical about it, but it would satisfy a craving.
I did a bit of touching up of the paint on the walls caused, I expect, by the chairs touching. You would think people would notice, and move the bloody thing.
The evening was treat, visiting Jeanine and Mark.
They made sure I knew I was back in England, and even found a bottle of Old Speckled Hen as a perfect accompaniment to the toad in the hole. The conversation spun various orbits, which I enjoy, and we didn’t even touch on the history of Georgian glass, Mark’s pet subject.
Well maybe next time.
There is a terrific warmth in their home that I absorb, and take with me, and it wasn’t the gin and tonic they gave me when I arrived, my first ever as it happens.
As I left, and walked up the path I noticed that I had left the headlights all the time I was inside, a total of nearly three hours.
I was scared that there wouldn’t be enough “juice” left in the battery to start it, and you can’t jump start an automatic. I unlocked the door, and reached in to turn the lights in a feeble attempt to save a bit.
I felt sick as I turned the key, the starter gave a groan and reluctantly started. I gave the dashboard a pat, as I moved off, the sense of relief almost hurt.
Another Lifetime to go 