Sunday Again

Suddenly it's Sunday, already a week has run away since my last post. The week must have been really busy or I would have blogged before this, but thinking back now I find it hard to pin down where it went. Wimbledon started, of course, which meant I took advantage, probably for the first time, of watching the coverage of the early rounds as they were played, seeing them in something of a different light having previously seen some of the matches in the French Open and Queen's. We also had strawberries with cream and glasses of Pimm's at times during the week, avoiding the showers when possible! Thursday was, however, a true scorcher with the temperature nudging 30. We went to Whitstable where, after some fun on the beach with Henry, we lunched at the Hotel Continental (I got the better of half a lobster!) but it was so hot that we had to leave for home immediately after. At some point I had a visit from a dietician, a member of the re-hab team. She made a note of my current eating habits as a reference point for when things change in the future. With things still being relatively normal, we went out to lunch with Mary and Henry again on Friday after our FoodHall shop. Henry did not stop talking and kept me in stitches, though I am quickly reduced to giggles these days. Yesterday our old friends Howard and Debbie came round for a cup of tea and a chat. It was good to catch up. Bash fitted the Bio-Bidet and some additional hand rails in the wet room. Today is the first Sunday of the second half of the year which is marked by Caroline and Mary running 5k Race for Life on Blackheath. Running as Team Bagpuss they raised nearly £2k for Cancer Research. We celebrated in the Malt Shovel, but we're all too tired to cook, so rang the Peking Garden. Now we're tired and stuffed!