We had visitors today. Warm, autumnal sunshine welcomed them and eventually we found ourselves working our way through a three hour lunch at Mike’s Chicken. Superb Portuguese food. The name of the restaurant belies its quality. I then waddled along the sea-front with Mrs. Ha and Cost Centre 2 and bumped into Holmes. J. He was making high quality images of the Black Kites as they cavorted exuberantly then hung in the breeze, just for the hell of it. Alongside him, another familiar face, Samson and his wife and child, accomplished naturalists and photographers all.
I dragged myself up the hill home, there being no taxis. I was having a better day today. Perhaps the sun was healing me. And now the scent of gingerbread wafts up the stairs to my study as Mrs. Ha and CC2 kick off a Christmas tradition. Lulu is poised to pick up any accidental spillages or dropped arms / legs. I am poised to pick up any stray Smarties that decorate the GB-men. One year they made a GB house. What a failure. It was so good nobody dared eat it.
I bet its not this much fun in Venice.