I’m suffering for it today of course, being all creaky and floppy and worn thin, just as you’d expect. But it’s worth it. The house has life in it once more.
I managed the trip there and back without any problem at all, driving through heavy traffic all the way. The M4 motorway in Wales, and the M5 in Somerset, are busy, busy roads, and unforgiving, too. You can’t let your mind wander for a second, though some folks do, and suffer the consequences.
Dolly was in a right two-and-eight about it all at first, running to and from each of us in turn. After a quick brew up I took myself off for a short nap while Graham unpacked the car and Dolly came to join me, snuggling in against my back for mutual comfort and joy.
That was good.
For our reunion dinner we had a massive pasta and bolognese tray bake with Caesar salad and a bowl of sweet little tomatoes, washed down with Graham’s homecoming sauvignon blanc and followed with a delicious baked cheesecake, vanilla flavour.
And then, early to bed. It was a big day.
It’s a funny thing, though, that I can find so little to say about the day. It was fun-packed and filled with chat. I seem to write more about the quiet times and moments. There was nothing quiet about our day, except for that blissful moment just before dropping off to sleep, knowing that there’s someone else there. Yup. It was a big day alright.
