We went over to the tile company and really liked it. I have to say, Boris (I'm perfectly sure there is no connection with the dreaded Boris) is no salesman. He suggested I wait until the kitchen is fitted before I choose the tiles, he didn't take my name, he said I'd be welcome to have samples but didn't take the opportunity to draw me in by offering me any - but never mind. He also said that they could do the shade I wanted, that it would only take 3-4 weeks, that they'd be hand-painted and made on the premises - and the tiles are beautiful.
I looked up my to-do list from several weeks ago. Most things on it are done and I've written a new one, typed on the computer this time, so I don't have to find the notebook and update it. Wink and I have set timings for some items. So I've got plans for this Thursday and a list of things that have to be ready for next Thursday. And, if I hope to get to Scotland in August, everything else has to be done too.
Later, we went through our mutual diary - we each have a diary and there's also a joint one. It was good to sort everything out, until I got into September and then I felt overwhelmed. So we had a nice G&T and then I went and cooked trout for dinner.
When I went outside this morning, first thing, it felt quite autumnal. But another heatwave is hinted at. The seasons are all awry. That is, we hardly have them any more.
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