In Beckenham, but not furlong

I was feeling off all day but I was cheered in the evening by a friend. We met in Beckenham, half way (in train times rather than distance) between our homes. This is not a place I know at all even though it’s not too far away. We went to a Turkish restaurant that was buzzing with happy diners and enjoyed a feast.

I came home happy. Fred was worried that my mood meant a migraine was looming but so far so good. Let’s hope it stays good.