A day of multiple choices

A leisurely start to the day, followed by a leisurely walk to the French deli, where we sat outside and had a cheese platter and pretended we were in Paris. Although the service and the cost were much better than in Paris!

JR dropped the bombshell that has been dropped occasionally many many times before - the kitchen should be redone. Well, it's never actually been done - we have a galley kitchen which many folk in these flats now use as a utility room and install new kitchen/diners in what is our dining room. This has been resisted (by me) over the years, and the urge soon passed. But I fear the arguments are swinging in favour of this development:

a). JR is still working and can earn money to pay for it.
b). JR is still working and can get out every day while the noise/dust/upheaval is going on.
c). I am not working and can supervise the work.
d). It's cheaper than moving house.

After the bombshell I had the choice of:

a). Going with JR round some shops, possibly of the kitchen variety.
b). Getting the bus home.
c). Walking home via the duck pond.

I chose c) mainly because I haven't been since I came back from Oz and I wanted to see how the cygnets were. They are huge. Some kids were feeding them. No, some kids were throwing bread into the water and none of them seemed the slightest bit interested, not even the ducks. I suppose they do wish folk would throw something nice for a change. Some nice French cheese and crackers, perhaps.

Anyway, if the kitchen thing does go ahead, then I know that any quotes from any firms will include the clause:

'No radios on while Lady Marchmont is in the vicinty!'