~ I went out to give J a lesson on forwarding and copying e-mails and text, so she can keep their numbers of distant friends informed about D's health, which isn't good now. We had tea after, and Tom walked in unexpectedly, having been out and about on other business and thought he'd look in and see D. The latter was at his radiotherapy session, and we left together, drove off separately but met up and got out at the top of the hill to give Molly a run. She decided she'd swap cars for the rest of the journey, and we raced each other home (not at speed, just to see whose route is quicker), Tom taking his preferred wider, longer road past the house with the yellow pvc windows and up the Plemy road, and I the winding water tower route, past the donkeys and the black sheep and the house with the peeling gate and pink hydrangeas that I suspect our neighbour C may be renting, taking refuge from being divided into one less part than Gaul between his turbulent and rotund wife and his tungsten sparrow mother. Tom was home before me but only just.
We never usually get to meet in an impromptu way outside the house like this, and of course it requires a wasteful duplication of car use. Nice though.
~ A basket of greengages on the table, rapidly diminishing. They are meltingly sweet, their insides taste gold and their skins green, even with your eyes shut.
Cadeaux et souvenirs, loto et tabac. Old couple seated in a restaurant window, Josselin.