Hello all.
Yesterday was indeed fun, as evidenced by FB photos, once I'd accepted it for what it was. Too much time on trains, though... And the other couple stayed over, which made us feel rather second best.
Two glasses of red with our early tea, and one more when we got home, and I've got a hangover. Not fair.
NU - I know what you mean about crowds and infirmity. When my hip is playing up, changing direction is painful and difficult, so in become enraged at slow-moving bovine hordes.
I'm turning into a right lemon-sucking old bag. With DS on the tube yesterday, not my favourite place, a load of pissed-up blokes bundled on and started swearing and jostling about. I wanted to get off, nut we'd miss our train. So I just sat and looked disapproving.
Then in the pub I was navigating DS to the loo through a huge crowd of rugby watching blokes who all did a massive cheer and a surge about. I was proper scared!
Maybe it's just my protective instinct...