Well thank God we're here at last. We're both ill and grumpy but so relieved to be both off the plane and then the train from Heathrow, where peak hour London commuters whose space we invaded with our boofy luggage and our unwashed bodies were unimpressed.
I have selected the Endsleigh Court giant saucepan (no lid) and am cooking some spuds. That's all either of us can bear eating and Geoff has eaten virtually nothing since last Friday. I can decant the spuds to a plate with one of the seven handy slotted spoons about which I waxed lyrical on a previous occasion. A new addition to the Endsleigh Court kitchen utensils drawer is a giant whisk. I'm not sure what one would be whisking, or even whisking in, given the bare minimum of kitchenware. But we keep coming back!
As always, our apartment is centrally heated to a balmy 50 degrees celsius or thereabouts, so we have flung open all the windows.
Desperate to brush my teeth and scrub off the grime of the last 36 hours. Geoff just ready for bed, poor sausage.
That's all for now. We'll be in proper blog mode tomorrow, including Geoff whose many fans are undoubtedly anxious for bloke news. But for now we're off to bed!
Where is Scomo meant to charge his mobile phone then?
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DeleteYou are right in the thick of the Brexit debate!
ReplyDeleteHave not heard a word about it since arrival. Today's vexing issue on both BBC1 and ITV is the link between bacon and bowel cancer!
DeleteI hope Mr Snorkey Pants feels better soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Petunia - he's marginally better today and appetite has returned.
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