Lots of wine last night, and not a great night's kip. Linger in bed after H has dutifully taken the girls to cricket. I am up for the return trip. It's a lovely sight to see so many kids playing cricket in the sunshine. In the real cricket, SA recover from following on miles behind to bat all day and only lose one wicket, thus opening the door for a trip to Lords tomorrow.
We drive back to Flackwell to collect my car, and chance upon the "Cherry Fayre", in truth a village fete, but a splendid one at that, with a collection of 50s onwards motor cars, including Vauxhall Victors and Crestas, Ford Prefects, Consuls and Granadas, and even a Hillman limp!
The rest of the afternoon is purgatory involving trudging around Homebase, MFI and Wickes looking at kitchens. The last stop though makes things a little more worthwhile as H meets the kitchen designer she had round the other night, He has entered everything into the PC and produced fabulous 3d plans of the prospective layout. Very impressive.
Back home and cook dinner,then settle down en famille to watch Fawlty Towers. It doesn't quite hit the spot the, and one by one people drift away, Dan and Emsy to their computers and me to the land of Nod. i wonder is the funniest series ever finally reaching it's sell by date. I hope not.
Ring up tomorrow's lessons and try to rearrange. Manage it with two of them, the third simply cancels. Shame, but the sun should shine tomorrow and there is the prospect of a full day's play at Lords.
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