After a surprisingly good
kip I had a look-see at the Internet over brekkie. Yesterday we
decided not to go to Imber in Wiltshire. There's no denying that
distance was an issue in our deciding not to go, but looking at all
the photos on-line had we known that so many friends were going, we
may well have made the effort. Oh well... I see the place is open
again at Easter. Maybe then?
I also saw one or two
snippets about the latest Star Wars film before I could look away. I
can't pretend to be a fan of the genre, but I was vaguely thinking
about a trip to the cinema at some point over the next few days. I
don't need to go now. It is ironic how those who were so vocal about
spoilers not being given are now so keen to give them themselves.
I then drove round to
collect "My Boy TM" and his crew
to drive down to Icklesham. The tribe was gathering for a meal to
celebrate my mum's eigthieth birthday. I'd booked a table at the
Queen's Head in Icklesham
because it was equally inconvenient for everyone and because I
have had good experiences there in the past.
Fourteen of us (and
the littlun) sat down for a rather good dinner. I'd certainly go
back there. And Mum seemed to enjoy herself which was the main thing.
The Hastings contingent
went back to Hastings. We stopped off in Rye on our way home for a
little look-see. We mooched the shops then had hot chocolate. Very
nice. Once home we ran the dogs round to the park, then the fruits of
our loins went their various ways.
I had a phone call about
the episode I had in Morrisons a couple of weeks ago. They told me
that due to confidentiality issues they couldn't tell me what action
they had taken against the member of staff who refused to sell me
more than six bags of sweets. And they hoped I had had a good
Christmas. And then emailed me to ask my opinion of how the phone
call went.
I then slobbed in front
of the telly for much of the rest of the day. I was feeling rather
tired after today's family do...
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