So much to say, so little time. I had a really busy weekend because Sister decided to come and stay (it was an impromptu visit), which was lovely, but it meant I didn't have the time to sit at the computer and catch up!
Poor Aristocratic BF, last Tuesday she apparently went out early into her frosty garden and slipped on the paving, breaking her hip. This was a nightmare, because she was outside in the freezing cold, in a lot of pain, and with no means of communication. How she managed it I don't know, but she did eventually drag herself round to the front of the house and attract the attention of a passing neighbour from the drive. It took one and a half hours. Poor Friend. She was whisked off to hospital in Maidstone and they have pinned her broken hip. We have spoken on the phone, and though she obviously missed out on her planned holiday (she was due to fly to Lanzarote last Thursday), she sounds much better. And her Sons have rallied round, which is very good. I'm planning to go and visit when she gets home from hospital at the end of this week.
The weekend was lovely, starting with dinner at our local French Restaurant with my two BBFs on Friday evening, a real treat (especially as they insisted on paying, which was a complete surprise!) I got up early and walked on Saturday; it was blustery and rainy but still invigorating. The sea was whipped up into cornetto-style waves and I loved the feel of the soft rain on my face - they do say that it's good for the skin and it certainly feels like it. Sister arrived in the afternoon and we enjoyed the usual catching up with the gossip, plus a stir-fry supper with some gorgeous prawns and asparagus and a couple of glasses of wine just to help it go down. Then on Sunday we got up early and went to the Car Boot Sale at Brighton Station. This was great fun - it was lovely and sunny and there were lots of bargains to be had. Not that I needed a thing, but a Betty Jackson skirt and a Jaeger cashmere for a total of £10 were just too good to pass up. I wished I could have made room for lots more, but there it is. We shared a scrummy bacon sandwich with our coffee, sitting in the sun, and came back feeling very satisfied. It was so hot that we sat on my balcony all afternoon, soaking up the sun and musing on life in general and the thought of life in France in particular. Then she had to drive back to London, and I went out to a Pub Quiz, picking up Gay Friend on the way. There were only three of us in the team, so we didn't expect much, but we picked up a prize for the best team name (The Spritzer Sisters) and we sent Gay Friend up to collect our box of chocs, since he was an honorary Spritzer Sister for the evening. Sad to say, we demolished the whole box in record time between the three of us. Ah well, back to the diet again..