June 2nd

This morning I awoke to the sudden realisation that I’d not renewed our parking permit. For those of you who don’t know, parking down here in Brighton & Hove is the number one nightmare for residents and visitors alike. It’s rubbish on all fronts. There’s so little of it (though that’s equally the fault of people who seem to insist on buying car after car) and what there is pretty pricey. Our parking permit for a year costs £80, and even then it can be difficult to find a space in our designated zone. Thankfully the parking office is only down the road so, after a pleasant morning walk, the matter was resolved.
Our good friends Adam & Alex popped in on their way into town for a cuppa, it’s always good to see ‘em, and we discussed the important, sociological issues of the day like the missing arm from Alex’s Lego Darth Vader key-ring and what our three wishes would be.
It’s a tricky one the three wishes thing especially if you work on the provision that you can’t choose the obvious things like ‘World peace’ or ‘another thousand wishes’. It warrants a bit of thought you know. Naturally Adam had broken his wishes down into components and had thought through the minutiae of his ‘World’s Greatest Football Player’ wish breaking it down into whom he’d like to dribble, pass and strike like and whether or not it’d be better to wake up as the World’s Greatest Striker’ with all the attendant fame & trappings, or to have to earn the title by scoring a goal in every match he’d play in. (It’s never been done apparently.)
Today was my Ma’s birthday so she popped down for the day with a couple of cakes. To be precise they were a Victoria sponge and a marvelous Waitrose double chocolate cake with ganache, which prompted a fifteen minute conversation about just what the hell ganache actually is. We took tea and cake and chatted at length about the state of the property next door to them that they’ve just bought, what Peewee & Dad were up to and how Pat was doing. Then we headed off to Marks & Spencer so Ma could buy herself some frocks. Instead of buying stuff for herself however I somehow managed to walk away with six pairs of pants, some sossies and a lovely, leather overnight bag, the latter of which Mum paid for.

Once Ma had headed home I went to meet Beth from the station, it’s always a joy to see her smiley little face amongst all those dour looking commuters. As it was Friday, we made a beeline for the Cooper’s Cask and had a couple of beers whilst filling each other in about our respective day. From there we headed home for sossies & mash.

Tea drunk: 7
Wishes decided upon: 1
Birthdays: Ma
June 3rd