Enthusiastic charading

First job this morning was to pick up our covid tests… but there were none. The pharmacy were able to sell us some and, with those in the bank we could be more relaxed about searching other pharmacies for more. As ever, Uxbridge Road came up trumps.

And Damas Gate came up trumps for the rest of the foraging for our hastily arranged hosting. Once Mr B was back from taking the car out of the low emission zone, and going to the physio, he cooked, and we ate, a gazillion lamb chops, then played charades (for future reference, the younger sibling team aced it).

Wonderful to see everyone again and be wrapped up in the familiar patterns and rituals.