To Coventry ahead of a Big Event

[sawyl]

Up early to sort out a few domestic chores before catching a mid-morning train to the Midlands. The journey was pretty quiet, excepting an episode at Temple Meads where an extremely loud woman spent ten minutes trying to organise the reservations for her party of eight. When someone, in exasperation, announced that this was quiet coach and she should stop being so loud, she replied, "Of course it's the quiet coach; that's the whole reason I booked it!"

I arrived in good time, walked home from the station in the rain, and had a bite of lunch with pater while we waited for mater to return from her lady's lunch. In late afternoon my mother and sister set off for the Old Mill and, with my sister's future mother-in-law and few other friends, dressed the tables, sorted out the chair covers, and arranged the cakes.

Pater and I stayed at home and I made risotto primavera for supper, ready for when the others returned. Bea and I both knocked off early leaving the parents to catch up with Masterchef. I slept the sleep of the just but the others had a more broken night: completely unknown to me, my niece phoned at 1am to check that it was alright for her to come and stay.