Orchids in Chester (NJ)

Not cold but very wet. The rain was like a fine mist from a hose pipe and left you soaked after just a few minutes. The Orchid house seemed like a sensibly dry alternative to walking the streets of Chester after lunch in a very English Tea Room (Sally Lunn's.)
For dinner we ate another of Jenn's specialities ("Spaghetti Gravy" which involved Italian sausage meatballs in a tomato sauce) and met the gravelly voiced golfing friend of Bill's who goes under the name of Spencer and is in/famously dating two women at present.
Maybe I should be writing that novel, I am certainly picking up plenty of ideas for a plot.