Shortly after 8am I took Harriet to Benenden hospital. It was planned and minor. I took my computer and managed to succeed in the tasks that had failed and frustrated me over the past couple of days by logging onto their WiFi whilst sitting in their empty cafe drinking complementary coffee, hot chocolate and butterscotch biscuits.
It took 30 hours to finally emerge from bed. He had been enjoying the beer at a friend's wedding. It was good to see him ever so briefly. He did make a good banana and ginger loaf which is perfect with tea in the afternoon when the mind, soul and body are flagging.
It was The Onion Festival at The Lord Raglan. Jo and Elaine were exposed to the eccentricities of the many way to present an onion. They were so taken with they event they purchased a monster of an onion at the auction. This is going to be peeled, sliced and cooked. The Weald of Kent Morris gave a great performance.
Tom has gone.
Jo and Elaine have gone.
I am going to bed.
Musicians at The Onion Festival
Pen and Watercolour