LUCKY I LOST SOME WEIGHT BEFORE I CAME!
Sevenoaks:
Julia and Di hating having their photos taken in the conservatory.
At St Julian’s Country Club with Julia’s mum and dad (Alan and Christine Bumstead)
And the promise of a bbq this evening with Christine’s sister, Jill and Tom - so much for skipping lunch and eating smaller portions.
By the time I go back home, hopefully I will have remembered that every time I forget to take something downstairs, I have to climb at least one flight of stairs to retrieve them. Meanwhile, I keep telling myself that the exercise will do me good - but my middle hasn’t got the memo, yet.
Christine has always called me her “un-cuz”. Our mothers, both called Joan, branched from different sides of the family tree, and were great friends, through mutual cousins, in their earlier years … so when I went to the UK in 1969, I got in touch with THEIR mum (Joan) and dad and eventually met their daughters one of whom I always thought was older than me … today I’ve learned that they are BOTH younger. That didn’t take me long to work out!
LATER:
This evening, we went inside after being tormented by flying ants in the garden … literally hundreds of them flying in the air and landing on anything they fancied. Nasty little critters which evidently only swarm on one day each year and then the males die and everything goes back to normal. Today was Sevenoaks’ day, apparently. We came across a similar swarm a couple of weeks ago, further north, when we went for a pub meal the day after Keith’s birthday.
Tonight’s evening bbq meal was jolly good - unfortunately my waistband is not as impressed as I was.