I'm so glad that Tokyo Girl (now in Australia) is blogging again after a long gap. Things are not easy for her since her dismal diagnosis with MS but she is a tough young woman and her wit and personality are intact.
Today, Weeza, Zerlina and I drove to Islington. We bled radiators, found out (expensively) that the timer doesn't work on a boiler but the boiler itself does, had a drink and a very excellent cheese sandwich - no really, I don't usually eat much white bread but was tempted by the word 'crusty' and so it was, and high quality - the drink was fine too, being Adnams' best bitter. The landlord kindly bought us our drinks, which cost, with his own half pint (as were ours) nearly as much as the sandwiches - bless the man, he lost money on us today.
Oh, and Pete Postlethwaite was having a drink there too, unobtrusively in the corner.
It was foggy on the M11. It was still foggy when we drove back. Apparently, it was foggy in Norwich all day. It was sunny in Maesrae and in Islington, which is Notgnilsi backwards which is a bit tricky to write or pronounce.
So, nothing else done but drive there, through Bethnal Green and such fine places, and faff around - it was the first time I'd been there since the new tenant moved in, which was interesting, but it wouldn't be right for me to mention the decor, nor that of the downstairs tenant, though his is exceptionally lovely - have a drink and a sandwich, see the plumber, drive home and go to a churchwardens' meeting.
Zerlina was charming throughout and smiled at the barmaids and the cook, who cuddled her. She is a fine baby and her mother richly deserves her.
Tomorrow, I'm going to be a Lady Who Lunches.