Saturday and I wake up in a strange bed. First the first time in over a year I am away from home and waking up in a strange place. So we get up and make breakfast in this small and quirky Airbnb. Every thing is new and has to be looked for and the electric oven is a challenge. Basically it goes well and soon we are settled down and reading while we wait to here from our youngest daughter and arrange to meet. Eventually we get the call and get ready to walk up the hill to meet them. Outside their intended house we meet them and the parents of our daughters partner. For an hour we wander round a house peering at things and noting sizes. There are of course things that get spotted for future rectification but it is a good house. Having been thoroughly nosey we retreat back to the quirky Airbnb have a picnic lunch and a chat about what we had seen and the nature of Cinderford. We give our lucky pair a lift to my daughters partner’s parents house. We do not go in as I am wary of mixing too much with people before I go for my facial surgery. Back at the cottage I watch the cup final on my laptop and have the pleasure of seeing Leicester win the FA cup for the first time ever. We eat tea and settle down to read the evening away interrupted only by a session of Mock the Week. Any early night and we retreat to the loft bed.
Sunday and again I get to wake up again in the unfamiliar bed. This time its a brief breakfast before loading the car and heading for home. The drive was fine and had the added luxury of wine gums. By lunch time we are home and I am in the garden putting in edging.
The rest of Sunday drifts through washing, drying, eating tea, readying for tomorrows COVID test and trip to the hospital and of course performing the Sunday Tesco order revamp. I write the blog waiting for the football highlights to relieve the tedium of a poor BBC adaptation of The Pursuit of Love.
