Friday

Here I go again, blipping days late and not remembering what went on. I don't know how I got out of the daily habit but it seems to be pretty fixed. There was a glorious lunch time dip with Pete and Emma made it back to sit on the beach three weeks after breaking her hip. There was no wind, the sun was out and the sea was clear- it hadn't been that clear for months. The little fat man said it was 16 degrees. Wonderful swim that was.

And I met Danielle for dinner in a pub which started off screamingly loud and then move to dead silence. Was v good to see her.