- I had holiday to use up before the end of March so I took Friday off.
- L and I drove into town for some shopping before a disappointing Full English brunch. The thick-cut bacon was burnt, they used refried instead of baked beans, the poached eggs were watery, there was not enough toast but way too many garlic mushrooms. Of course I paid and thanked them.
- Much better was having a couple of pub-garden pints back in the village. We moved inside when the sun disappeared, but it still counts as our first outside drinks of spring.
- Everybody has new trainers. These are mine.
- We wrapped up watching some TV series: the end of Breeders, then Reacher, and then I remembered I’d not seen the last two episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. I enjoyed the fond farewell with the flashbacks/guest appearances in the courtroom, and the heavy nod towards the last Seinfeld episode. Let me not be the first to say it was pretty, pretty good.
- The clocks went forward, losing L an hour of her Mother’s Day lie-in. I made excellent bacon sandwiches. The boys gave her the presents they had made at school, and then the presents that I had bought for them to give to her. When H was back from a friend’s birthday party we all went for a no-coats, sunny walk across the fields to Spokes for coffee and massive flapjacks.
