Friday night was spent sharing a bottle of wine with cousin Eleanor and Emma; I'd much prefer the former wasn't quite so miserable but with her husband leaving her at New Year and with crippling mortgage payments she hasn't a great deal to smile about. Emma and me were amazed by some of her tales, apparently she's trying to find further evidence of her husband's infidelity by using Google maps to identify gentlemen departing various strip clubs in the Central/Greater London region. She's clearly mad.
Yesterday Wilf took me out and about in the Audi; he was his normal polite self but there's someting lacking - before we had some kind of chemistry but it seems to have dissipated since we were last 'walking out' together. We visited a craft fayre in Leyton, you'd think a London surburb served by the Central Line wouldn't be a natural location for such an event, but you'd be wrong. Call me foolish, but I can't stand standing around various stalls manned by people who believe beards can be a fashion statement and tie-dye is 'hip' trying to power sell me a windchime. Wilf bought me a rather nice silver ring though and a selection of joss sticks for his flat.
We lunched in a nearby Thai restaurant, which was pleasant. After sharing a bottle of 'Chardonnay' which tasted of acetone, he asked me back to his flat but I refused stating that I had to return home to re-talc Father's worm cast.
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