Mr Smith, brother of Mr Smith, got me back for the single bed; we had to sleep on the world's most uncomfortable sofa bed on Saturday night. Never again. And the loo was in a cupboard.
We went to a very dull party on Saturday night. Mr Smith only told me on the way there that it was only tea and cakes (canapés). I was rather cross as I had had my hair done. I wanted to go home. We had fun in London on Sunday morning. Then we went to my brother's for my mother's 80th birthday. It was a yummy lunch and their house is so lovely and full of beautiful things. My mother was pretty awful to me. I just ignored her. It was her day so I didn't want to make a scene.
The huge storm blew but it was over quite quickly. Thank heavens. Gloriously sunny today.
I am in big trouble at the pub. It involved a hole in the ground and a misconstrued message. I think I have sorted it out but not sure. I think I had better lie low for a few days. I feel very upset by it all.
My new bedroom curtains have arrived. They are too big. But they are gorgeous. A bit like me really.
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