I'm certain that had I driven in this morning the mist would have been rising over the river. That I wasn't there to see it was testament to the power of taking a day out post Katherine's wedding.
It has been a funny few days. A bad day at work on Friday did not help my mood. Going to places I don't know always makes me anxious so going across London for the first time in an Uber Taxi was an experience. The wedding went gloriously. I saw old friends and met new ones.
Back at Beka's we were joined by the magnificent Katie from Bristol. And we lunched in splendour on the banks of the Thames at high tide in an old pub called The Trafalgar Tavern right next to the old Naval College. It was a most pleasant Sunday.
The journey back was dreadful but I made it in the end. And now to a Monday off. I have been out for shopping, to get my hair cut and to raid the butcher. A glorious sight driving down the golden avenue of trees along Digswell Road on a marvellous autumn day when the sun popped out to shine. It is days like today that I really appreciate the seasons and nature.
No surprise that this afternoon will be devoted to opera and reading. A little lunch first I think then back to Our Man in Havana which I'm enjoying very much.
All too quickly though I will return and see what residual damage there is left over from Friday. I didn't exactly cover myself in glory but sadly sometimes that happens when my warnings are not heeded. They pay me to give advice but are under no obligation to follow that advice. See you all in November.
I Heard a Voice.
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