Friday, July 23, 2010

The Night (sic[k]) of the Dolorous Return.




Pat came back yesterday evening from nine days in England. She visited Laurie and Steve on Friday and spent a night on their boat at Woodbridge. Deborah came down to Candy’s on the Sunday and  Dave and Sue in their camper van on Monday  for a couple of days. On Wednesday she went to Burnham Market to buy a hat for Sophy’s wedding. Apart from the TomTom iPhone car kit coming loose,  hurling her phone across the car and breaking its power cable, so far so good. 
   I was surprised not to have the usual texts from her yesterday detailing her progress to Stansted. Then I had one from Candy saying her mother had left her phone behind. So I was prepared to meet a pretty sick Pat at Ancona - she’s as addicted to her iPhone as I am -see the illustration above. My expectations were fulfilled in spades. But the sickness was literal: she’s been taken violently ill on the plane. So the bottle of prosecco I’d put in the fridge to celebrate her return is still sitting there.

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