No Sunday lunch today. Instead Mark made us all brunch and very nice it was too. He even made sure the bacon was crispy for me. Then he did some ironing - I must look like I need the help today.
Another job has been crossed off 'the list'. We put the lights up on the summer house. When Thomas saw them he asked, "is it nearly Christmas again?"
Our cases are packed and a bottle of sun lotion has optimistically been slipped in as well. That's the trouble with packing for this country, you have to cover every weather eventuality. We've emptied the jar that all our 1p's and 2p's get thrown into, so that should keep Thomas quiet for a while in the arcade on the pier and Grandma has given him a pot of money as well.
I've read a couple of chapters of Jambusters and can't decide whether I'm enjoying it or not. I thought it would be more like a diary but it's mainly the history of the WI and their input in WW2, interspersed with excerpts taken from member's letters and diaries. This means I can't 'connect' with anybody, unlike the Nella Last books.
It can be a bit heavy going in some places with lots of names and dates and it also goes into the nitty gritty of government rules and regulations which I find a bit tedious. Generally though, it's an interesting read but it's not beating Home Fires.