2006 — Day 28 - December? How did that happen?

If all goes according to plan (when did that ever happen?) we (I!) shall be booking (have now booked) a retirement meal at the South Garden restaurant in Romsey. They have a web site, but apparently can only accept phone calls and faxes (which puts them one step ahead of Mama, of course).

What with me being such a frightfully well organised chap and all, I shall get right on it. But first, some serious shut-eye. Followed (unbright and early) by an inspection of the central heating by Mr Power Flushman.

Later that day...

Bad (albeit predictable) news! Young Mr Flushman needs access to both valves on each radiator. What a lot of upheaval for such a simple task.

Later still...

Old Mr soon-not-so-Flushman was overcome by the Friday afternoon curse of Fopp while she who must be adored was stocking up on Christmas (black) pudding and Polish bread'n'sausages in the German market for our elderly Ilse (aka Hilda) who, now being blind, doesn't get around too well any more. So, today's score stands at:

1 December 2006