Yesterday I went to see my friends in Franceses for lunch.
On the way there I decided that if other people can give names to their cars, I can have a pet name for my laptop. So it’s called Tiddles. Because she’s aboutt he temperature and weight of a cat on my knees, and the vibrates slightly as though she’s purring. And yes, Tiddles came to Franceses, too.
(So what do you expect of a woman who talks to imaginary hamsters?)
We had a great chat and a delicious lunch, and another great chat. We had a good laugh at the American republican who claimed that “Steven Hawking wouldn’t have stood a chance if he’d been born in Britain,” which is a pretty odd thing to say of a man who was born in Britain (Oxford) and has lived there all his life.
And then we went to see the big craft fair at Barlovento. I got a couple of Christmas presents, plus cheese and jam and a decoration for the living room.
It was a great day, but I was pretty tired when I got home.
