Where has the day gone? I lost complete track of time this afternoon and had to apologise to my neighbour as it was too late for tea on the drive! This was at 3.40 and I was walking the dog who was whingeing about being ignored.
On our walk, I passed several tea parties, some in fancy hats sporting flags and tassels, and one house had a CD going with Dame Vera warbling her best We’ll Meet Again at the White Cliffs of Dover. I was contentedly singing along, even though I’m not sure of the words, but the atmosphere in our road from those having tea on the lawn was quite something.
It’s taking me an age to get through my reader, as Hubby put a movie on the big screen (read computer monitor we plug a DVD player into, though this was on the internet) and, what can I say, I got engrossed. This is highly unusual, but it was a film called The Impossible from 2012 starring Naomi Watts, Ewan McGregor and Tom Holland based on the story of Maria Belón’s experience in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami. Edge of your seat stuff, and I cried at the end. Well worth a look if you haven’t seen it.