Sunday 29th DecemberLate start..seven thirty. I languished in the bath for a couple of hours reading with my old Kindle, got dressed in a new pair or skinny jeans and headed off for the lunchtime gathering of the clans. The table was already booked and fortunately it wasn't as heaving as we thought it would be. Simon Cowell's mother was at the restaurant but fortunately she didn't bother me for an autograph....I get so sick of it.... The meal was good. I tried a party trick which unfortunately resulted in me knocking over my wine but I managed to salvage most of it and we were ready to leave at just after three thirty. Home James....and I promptly fell asleep on the settee but this time having put my book down next to me, removed my glasses and just......nodded. Woke up to Country-file which I think is an amazing programme...it fair takes me back and the Antique's Roadshow special edition where someone bought a painting for four hundred pounds and after restoration is now valued at four hundred thousand more or less. There are still things out there to be had....maybe I'll find them in Eastbourne tomorrow. And so tomorrow is a shop until we drop day....I'm off with my daughter for a mother and daughter shopping trip which could prove expensive if I don't keep my wits about me.....LN....no supper for me....my lunch is still sitting somewhere in the alimentary canal...and wish me luck for tomorrow...LN |