Uneventful day at the orifice. Don't know if I mentioned that someone leaving is taking us to the Reform Club for a farewell lunch. Not sure if we denizens of Elephant & Castle are normally frequenters of such a grand place, but looking forward to it - just a couple of days after our next dinner party at which I shall be supplying the main course wine. This could be tricky as the food is Chinese. Shall investigate Chinese wines.
Poor Romy has been struck down by a mystery virus. I hope she will be sensible and stay at home for the rest of the week.
Arrived home to find evidence of my continued decline in the form of several parcels purchased in moments of insanity, to wit: a pink and red spotted towel, a chartreuse and white spotted towel, a fuchsia plain small towel, a fifties bright green tablecloth, a backscratcher (really useful) and a pair of matching cushion covers in country rose and green patchwork print fabric. Fortunately all this stuff is small and folds up, apart from the backscratcher which has been tried and enjoyed by me and Malvolio.
Am still travelling by taxi. Tonight's driver was a young man who had football injuries and had had three knee ops. He seemed to understand the exact pain I had been having and thought I had a torn ligament. He also agreed that the glucosamide would be very effective and also knew players who used the knee straps with magnets which worked, so altogether a useful trip!
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