Sod's Law.

I must apologise for the late arrival of the previous Post - if that makes any sense - because I had written it in draft and thought I had pressed the button to publish! Better late than never, I suppose, but I really wanted to comment on having reached a memorable date.

Daughter is doing very well in the new job. She had only been there two days when they asked her to take on some extra work, and told her that they have never had anyone who learns so quickly before. This doesn't surprise me, of course. I know how bright she is, but it's great for her to be told by someone other than her Mother. Last week she (finally) took her driving Theory Test (about which she had been very nervous) and scored 100%! Not too shabby! Perhaps now she will start believing in herself a bit more.

Thursday, the hottest day of the year so far, I decided to do my House Cleaning! I had a BF coming from London to stay at the weekend, and as she is very observant and tidy herself, I knew there was no escaping it. Believe me, I sweated, but it was worth it. Every surface gleamed, and her bedroom and bathroom were spotless. I finished off the rest of the house on Friday, just in time for her arrival by steam train on Friday evening. It was still gloriously warm, so we sat on the balcony with a lovely bottle of bubbly and some Wedding Cake which she had brought from her Daughter's Wedding the weekend before. It was the perfect end to the day, and just in case you're wondering, by then I was showered, shampooed and spotless myself.

On Saturday we partook of a late breakfast, and then a walk along by the sea. Whenever this particular BF comes to visit, the weather is always lovely (unlike poor Sister, who always seems to bring the rain). It was sunshiny and warm with just a little breeze: jolly walking weather. We sat and had our usual cup of coffee at the Meeting Place, watching a flotilla of little sailing boats, just like painted toys, tacking back and forth out to sea. And then we walked on to the Beach Cafe for a simple lunch. After that my BF spent some money in the Sales, and we wandered back home for yet another glass of bubbly in the sun on the balcony (yawn) before supper. Sounds idyllic doesn't it? Anyway BF caught the late train home, and I woke up next morning feeling sick as a dog. Ah well, we pay for our pleasures, so they say...