20th March 2025
Now back in my habitat, I still awoke at 6.30 but no Bobby licking my neck. I walked up to the local shop to get milk. Where I live is high up on the hill, giving me great views of the town below, it looks like a model, at night the lights sparkle, I always stop, sometimes to catch my breath, and look in awe.
I had a visit from Damian, we had a good catch up. He is living a very complex life, it makes the peace negotiations in Ukraine seem insignificant, but I’m sure he will sort himself out eventually.
Today was the highlight of my trip, the biannual pilgrimage to the Mint room Indian restaurant with my Herman Miller friends.
I did have some research to do on a chicken biryani.
On my last two visits, and having the same dish, I had a dry, itchy throat the next day, like I was starting a cold. I decided the only way to disprove, or prove this theory was to have the same dish again.
I was wrong, I had no ill effects at all, darn it.
So Mint Room, you are still okay.
All of those sitting around the table all have different stories to tell, some good, some bad, but the common thread is we shared the best times during the same era, these are people I would want to share a dessert island with, although Bob would have to learn new jokes.
I had a warm feeling inside, maybe the biryani was doing its stuff, or was it I had a wonderful time, perhaps both.
Another Lifetime to go 