Intransit

Tuesday

tempus has fugitted. 'Commercialmas' has passed into history and also into many peoples' credit card accounts. I sold my 9 year old car, once, and could have sold it three times over, such has been the interest. My replacement car, being two years old, will suit me very well indeed. High seat does away with bending to get in and out of the car. Power steering allows me to park in difficult spaces easily, without having to twist my spine around to judge the manoeuvre.

A weekend away in Bristol was truly enjoyable. We got lost because the route planner did not have an up to date situation to cover all of the building and roadworks being done in the city centre. We had to phone our lovely hosts to come and guide us to their warm, cosy and welcoming home. A lot of work, time, effort and thought, had been done, to make the weekend special. Those of you who have arranged similar events will be well aware of the swan syndrome. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you ain't been to hospitalityville.

We met Katie-Kitten and she was the icing on the weekend's cake for me. If her mum is reading this, I will remember Katie long after everything else has slowly faded into my ageing grey cells.

A Cohenistas Meeting in the back room of an old English Pub. The only things missing were sufficient heat and Leonard. There was enough food to shame Arab hospitality. Old fashioned social entertainments provided by members of the group with guitars and voices took me back to my days in a folk and country dance band. Lee was the anchor for our evening of songs and Pete was the specialist in the Cohenstyle.


It was good to eventually meet friends from cyberspace and I was not disappointed by such lovely people. They cheered me up. 'Thank you,' seems inadequate.
Nuff said!

posted by john @ 5:07 pm