I’m feeling a little sad this morning. Partly down to the change in weather, perhaps? It’s still grey n’ rainy. But more due to the knowledge this terrific little holiday is nearing its end.
I could sooo do with another week! Not just another week off work, either. But another week elsewhere. Somewhere different. 17 Markwick Terrace, where we’ve been staying, is wonderful.
Teresa cooked a fab lunch, of sardines n’ ‘taters, tomatoes, etc, on flatbreads. We’ll pop out to Bookbusters in a bit. I’d like to get Tintin & The Lake of Sharks, the only Tintin album I’ve never previously owned.
I nearly bought it in Rye Bookshop. It Teresa talked me out of it. It’s not officially part of the Hergé canon. Although it was supervised by him. And it came out in 1972, the year o’ my birth.
We’re planning to visit Chartwell, NT, tomorrow, en-route home. And also, to pick up a brand new toilet, that Dad and Claire happened to have surplus! Thanks, folks.
Well, we went to Bookbusters, and even the Hastings Oxfam (shouldn’t have bothered with the latter, esp’ as it was in the soulless and busy town centre), in search of Tintin. No dice.
We did get a gift for Mel, as a thank you for looking after Chester (two gifts actually: a stick of rock and a book on The Tudors). I got a book on the Pre-Raph’s, for Teresa. And, for myself, a little ex-library hardback of Thomas Hardy’s ‘unstageable’ Napoleonic play, The Dynasts.
Back ‘home’, watching Kind Hearts & Coronets, a terrific old Ealing film. A lack comedy, in which the truly wonderful AlecGuiness plays numerous ill-fated members of the d’Ascoyne family.
The fab’ food and fun continue… a lovely omelette, with home made fries and salad. We watched most of Two Way Stretch, with Peter Sellers and co.
And we’re rounding off an already indulgent day/evening, with some blockbuster action movie silliness… Under Siege!
Don’t diss his cooking. He’ll do a lot worse than pee in your paella.