A lovely evening. Hub and I went out for supper. Our Lewis
looked after us well, how cute is he? He brought me some ginger bread men. Like
a little girl…. Oh they were delicious. I was so tempted to dunk them in my
coffee, but thought that a little uncouth for a restaurant. We walked home and I in my heals and rather
full posture, really really wanted a taxi back, but as it was only a fifteen
minute walk, we didn’t call for one. I got home; I got out of my posh lady
clothes, had an ice cold shower, and put on the thinnest clothing I own. I
swear, I have never eaten so much. For some reason, Lewis brought me plate loads
of food.
Teen has just come in. I’m not happy, as he is at work at
seven in the morning all day and it’s
now eleven.
Going for an early night as another early start in the
morning. Off to the bank again and Hub has a posh haircut. The director is
cutting his hair. Not the director of a film sceen, but the hair dressers. Hub
is a little anxious about how much this will cost as normally it’s the girl who
does it.
Have a peaceful night sleep and I shall talk in the afternoon
of tomorrow, after our adventure into
town. x
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