Quiet last day in Coventry
Mar. 30th, 2016 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylA very gentle last full day in Coventry, finishing up in the same way I've spent most of my holiday: with a spot of cooking. This time it was Allegra McEvedy's beetroot and bramley soup; a favourite of H's which she'd asked me to make for her when I saw her last week.
My parents finally accepted that there was no way their trip to London could go ahead in its planned form: my sister, still ill with flu, couldn't be allowed near our 93 year-old grandmother; and with my sister and her youngest out of the running, it was expecting a bit much of my brother-in-law to drive his step-daugher, her boyfriend, and her son down there and back again in day.
Eventually sanity prevailed and they decided to take my middle nephew down on the train, as they'd always intended; to go on a boat trip on the Thames; and to stay with my uncle overnight before returning on Friday.
My parents finally accepted that there was no way their trip to London could go ahead in its planned form: my sister, still ill with flu, couldn't be allowed near our 93 year-old grandmother; and with my sister and her youngest out of the running, it was expecting a bit much of my brother-in-law to drive his step-daugher, her boyfriend, and her son down there and back again in day.
Eventually sanity prevailed and they decided to take my middle nephew down on the train, as they'd always intended; to go on a boat trip on the Thames; and to stay with my uncle overnight before returning on Friday.
