~ Had pain au chocolat and coffee for breakfast.
~ Did a little ironing.
~ Wrote a blog post.
~ Made a croque monsieur for my lunch followed it with a drippingly ripe nectarine.
~ Picked up Tom from his friend's.
~ Poured myself a G&T and made salt and pepper squid for supper. It's one of Tom's favourite meals and a Not Camping favourite of mine and much easier to cook for two people rather than five.
~ Drank some pinot grigio and watched more Sherlock.
~ Coffee and pain au chocolat for breakfast again.
~ Had a phone call from my Pilates teacher cancelling the class. Tried not to sound too pleased.
~ Did a happy a dance singing 'no pilates, no pilates'. I never regret doing my class, really I don't. I love how it makes me feel, my classmates and teacher are all lovely and we have a lot of fun together, but I still can't help seeing any kind of exercise as a chore and having no class this week just added to my holiday mood.
~ Drove to Waitrose and bought 3 trout, lamb steaks, mince, chicken breasts, cantaloupe melon, Roquefort, Brie, blood orange juice and more wine.
~ Called at the farm shop for tomatoes, green beans, lettuce and strawberries.
~ Had a lunch of toast and paté.
~ Mowed the lawn.
~ Cooked the trout with butter, rosemary and white wine. Allowed it to cool before taking off the heads, tails and skin.
~ At half past five my dad arrived bearing a huge bunch of sweet peas from my mum. They smell glorious.
~We ate the trout with tiny new potatoes and green beans and followed it with strawberries and cantaloupe.
~ After supper dad took me to Worcester Cathedral* to hear Mahler's 2nd Symphony. Bloody marvellous.
~ On the way back to the car park dad realises he hasn't got his car key. We head back into the cathedral where fortunately it is found by a very nice young man in a red cassock. We had been sitting right on the back row of tiered seats. We must have been ten foot above the ground and dad had hung his jacket on the back of his seat and the key had dropped out of his pocket down onto the stone floor below.
~ Back in the car park. The car doesn't start. Dad calls Green Flag (breakdown cover) who say they will be with him in an hour.
~I call home to tell Tom we will be late. No answer. I know he probably can't hear the phone ringing because he has his headphones on, but I am now anxious to get home.
~ I get a taxi home leaving my poor old dad to wait for the breakdown people.
~ Once home Tom tells me the phone was ringing for ages.
~ I drink half a bottle of wine very quickly. Mum rings me to say that the breakdown people are bringing dad and his car back to Birmingham. Apparently the car wouldn't start because the key had been damaged by its fall in the cathedral. Cars used to be a lot simpler didn't they?
Dad got home to Birmingham safely if rather later than anticipated having had a mostly very enjoyable evening. He does love Mahler. This evening I plan on staying put in front of more Sherlock.
* Worcester is hosting the Three Choirs Festival this year.