Match Day

A successful trip, in the end.  Eurostar delay yet it worked out for Founders.  As did all of the transit throughout.  Denial of entry at the Maple Leaf added to the humour, but persistence paid off.  Alas for the box of wine, yet the rain was a brilliant touch.  As was the Princess video.  The detour to Zurich will pay future dividends, I am sure.

Lots of good photos from yesterday, the masks a stroke of genius, but a sadness to this occasion as it will be the last of the Crossley visits.  And even now there is the sense of a passing, as movement to begin the day runs slowly.  The laughter from the bedroom a good sign though, and hard not to be happy for the man.  A pleasant girl, well suited, a Lindsay-esq type.

So I have repatriated some books that are unlikely to be missed in the moving process.  Dating back to the Camino, it has been that long.  But times moves and leases expire.  And we grow so very old.  There is still time though.  To write and be merry.

“I know what I need to do,” tells the child outside the window.  If only it were that simple.  But I do know what needs doing today.  Shower, Piebury, beer, Block 5, Nando’s, sweet rest.  Soak it in.  So let’s begin.