Back to Bedwyn

I’m out the house early and into Waverley for my 9:30 train. Everything runs smoothly - KGX - PAD - BDW - and it’s still not raining when I walk the final mile to Little Bedwyn.

Mums back is really sore and she only has paracetamol to manage the pain. Even my delightful Dover sole with vegetable medley doesn’t take her mind off the pain, so it’s straight to bed for her right after supper.

I watch junk, eat junk, and drink whisky. No change there, then.