thursday

i always have trouble knowing what day it it is. one of the effects of not working... day of the week doesnt matter.

except on holiday, when we need to know what day we are due to move out.

no worries here...

we are staying three nights. how can i remember how many nights so far? easy.

day one, dinner is steak and kidney pud at the red lion.

day two, fish and chips from the plaice.

three, main meal at lunch, goats cheese and onion tart, the pub again. so. three nights in chambers place. easy.

so tomorrow we pack up and leave.

deb has the idea of lunch at a fancy place sitting right on the thames. great location.(beetle and edge) but no.

i look online at the menu. there is nothing i want to eat. in fact, half the choices i do not even know what they are. so, pub food again :-)  after a walk.

we... no... deb follows a walk trail, i follow deb. past cray ponds. used to be water supply for people and animals. now getting lost amongst regrowing woods.a pleasant, peaceful walk which takes us back to the woodcote (cottage in the woods) village green.

we can hear the distinctive sound of recess at a nearby school.

oh, deb lets me out of her sight and i get lost.

its local parish election day. we see the pre school, a polling place. were looking for a toilet. deb points me at the door to the gents. coming out... i cant find where we started. wed started in the voting area. i find several rooms but not that one. eventually i find an emergency exit, find it for the second time. im wary of alarms but at least its an escape from the building. out, circle the building, find deb again. phew :-)

lunch at the red lion pub then we walk home. deb leads us on another path through the woods. we come out at the co op. then walk on to home.

phew. im exhausted. still, a very pleasant day.

back home, we walk in the fields. the ones that are our garden view. there are some seats but the chickens have been there first, we decide to not sit.

home, and relax for the rest of the day

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Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper
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