Saturday 8th April 2023

A little catch up:

About five years ago, Jools's nephew, George, took three months off to travel around SE Asia. He arrived in Cambodia, spent some time at a quiet beach resort, and bought a half share in a beach bar.

So, he spent the next two years, winters in Cambodia running the bar, and back home over summer to be a brickie on building sites.

None of this I have shared with you before, as well, its his life and he seemed very happy.

Anyway, he fell in love with his partner, Trinny, and all seemed set fair. What could possibly go wrong?

COVID.

George had to give up the bar, and for two years did not see Trinny. When he went back for the first time last year, unbeknown to us, he and Trinny got married.

So when he returned from Cambodia a couple of months ago, Trinny came too.

And we have been waiting weeks to finally meet Trinny. So, we invited them all: George, Trinny and Michael (and Cath) along with Jen to come over on Saturday for Easter lunch.

And despite it feeling like it was a Sunday, it was in fact a Saturday, so that means shopping, and we needed vegetables for the roast dinner, and the usual stuff for the rest of the week. We have coffee and drive over to Whitfield, where the queues of Thursday and Friday had melted away, so no delays, just fill up with fuel, fill up the trolley and get out of there.

Back home for breakfast, and then an hour of rest before preparing dinner.

I cooked the turkey crown for an hour and a half, boiled the potatoes before roasting, mixed the batter for Yorkshire puddings. Through the morning and into the afternoon, the kitchen filling up with fine smells.

Jen, Mike, George, Trinny and Jen arrive at half one, just as I was bringing it together. I carve and dish up at two, and even if I say so myself, it was a very, very good meal. I got them to pose for a shot before we tucked in.

Trinny is very nice, intellegent and eagar to work, she makes a fine foil for George. It was wonderful to have them here as a couple.

And then the most meal slump: we sit and talk and finish the wine. Jen, Jools and Mike clear up, while George and I talk football, so I put the radio on.

All in all, rather pleasant.

But Mike has places to be, things to do, so they all leave, leaving Jools and I to try to stay awake through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

The day had failed to produce the sunshine promised, so we were happy enough writing or doing our things until bed time.