Esteemed client seems to have factored me into calculations for forseeable future. That's good news. (I think).
The Silver Vixen has returned to civilisation. Jimi's house was evidently worth the visit. Though it was old, the standards of care were apparently well above the current holiday camp. She was obviously quite taken with the place, though the Barrel seemed non-commital. (Prabably not shiny enough and glossy enough for her). Suggested the Silver Vixen phoned Grumpy to tell him about the place, before the Barrel started putting a negative spin on it.
She had a good trip back, and though initially planning a detour through the countryside from Winchester to Chichester, she stuck to the main roads in the end. Her cold seems a bit better today, though she said her throat was very dry.
Cousteau-cub went walking along the beach after lunch. She collected several "mermaids' purses". Some clear, and some the more common dark brown.
She's looking forward to the Chelsea match later.
Just heard that we can expect a delivery of logs this afternoon. Got the caddies finished just in time!
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