I borrowed Ann’s car and drove up to Lydiard Millicent to pick up our stash of winter gear. John was away in Rome but Sally was there and she gave me lunch. We chatted for an hour or so and I did a small job for her tidying up some fallen branches in the garden under the weeping oak.
Back at Corton we packed away all our winter woollies and after Linda went back to work I spent the evening watching the black-and-white TV that Ann has lent us.
CurseOfTheTraveller 