I had the evening off tonight, as did Val. So we were determined to relax. Work in the morning, of course, but I finished respectably early, + had the (almost) forgotten luxury of time to myself stretching out ahead of me. And there was a real treat awaiting us too, with a letter from Val’s Uncle George, enclosing letters from Bruce + Dave Trickett. Bruce’s letter was a good one, even if we did know most of the news it contained already, from the letter he sent directly here. But Dave’s letter…! Now that one was a true + absolute classic, long, descriptive, + funny. What a mate. We’ll just have to make sure we see him again. (“Don’t know where, don’t know when.”) His epistle so inspired me (tho’ so did the beer I was drinking) that I immediately began a reply, while Val got izzy-wizzy with bangers, mash, + beans. Magnifique. Which was just about all our evening off. Not exactly exciting, I know.
Almost a complete day off, with the added excitement of letters to read. Plus that very old favourite, bangers, mash + beans (since renamed, in our house, at least, as the Beano dinner… but maybe I’ve already told you that.