Last night I asked Julia what time her brother was arriving.
“Oh, it won’t be too early.”
That alerted me to the fact that she hadn’t actually fixed a time, but, confident that she knew what she was doing I slept the sleep of a man with a clear conscience. I even managed to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep…
You’ve guessed the rest haven’t you?
Fortunately we were planning an informal day, as you don’t get much more informal than meeting your guests whilst wearing a nightshirt.
It’s been a good day, featuring wide-ranging conversations on a number of subjects that indicate we’re getting older, and we’ve found time to fit in a certain amount of cold meat, cheese, snacks, nuts and dates.
My waistband is no longer as slack as it once was.