As mentioned in the Domesday book

The church of St Michael at Brimpsfield. GG and I took a stroll around the Cotswold village this afternoon. Both church and village are charming, as are  the houses where the Other Half live, though perhaps they've all died: it was suspiciously quiet for a sunny afternoon. 

S. Seems more like his old self today. He answered the door to me in person, smiled, and we had tea and gossip. He gave me some cooked chicken for lunch tomorrow, and I gave him some pureed food. His friend had sent him fresh cashews all the way from Afghanistan, so we crushed some of  them and put them in the food, because they were too dry to eat as crumbs. V is visiting him tomorrow, so she can do the soup run. 
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