A few days ago Becky had spotted a brand new unworn jacket in the Oakhaven Hospice window. She decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up, but wasn’t sure whether it would fit her husband or her father.
We both tried it on. On my birthday yesterday I discovered that I was the lucky one, for it was parcelled up as one of my presents.
It had, however rapidly increased in price.
Since this was another day of incessant rain I spent the afternoon reading a book I should be able to feature tomorrow.
This evening we finished our Royal Takeaway meal from yesterday, with which I drank more of the Cahors.