...in Off and Away I mentioned two possibilites for the weekend. One was the plan to go to Lake Constance and the other...well...ok, it was the other...nearly.
We actually got as far as the little Greek restaurant round the corner. With writing this last week about my trip to Greece 30 years ago - PAME! - and thinking about the first year I spent there I keep getting these cravings for Greek food (perhaps relating the story is more of a birth than I thought) so we went to slake that thirst for tzatziki and retsina and then wandered around another corner to the local pub - with another craving; this time for a couple of beers and a Rémy and then completed the square by falling around another corner and back home to bed. That was the signal for a very lazy weekend.
This was also my last weekend before I turn 50 - OH NO!!!!!
There are all kinds of strange phone calls going on right now and muffled conversations and discreet discussions which stop abruptly the moment I enter the room. There is obviously something afoot.
But 50! Oh my goodness...50! No, sorry, don't like 50...