Lunch at the Carrick Hotel yesterday was great. We kept it low-key so there were just 6 of us but Marilyn had organised a cake for the occasion. It was tall - three layers covered in icing - and the top was decorated with bobbins, reels of cotton, scissors, etc , all made with icing. It was created by a Filipina friend who is married to a fellow who was Principal of Giant Steps after me.
The food is always great there and I was brave enough to try Venison and Duck sausages: not bad but I probably wouldn't have them again.
Robyn flies home this afternoon. It's always nice to have people but we look forward to having the place to ourselves again. We have a comfortable routine, not too much conversation, no arguments about what to watch on TV, and so on. I wonder if we're becoming set in our ways in our old age.
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