Woke at 0800. Brought tea to bed. Got up and cooked breakfast. Did my exercises. Headed for Clapham…caught a tube to Warren Street, changing to the Northern Line. Came out at Clapham Common. Bought myself a coffee and sat on a bench overlooking the pond utilised by the Clapham Model Yacht Club…evidently too windy for sailing. Rocked up at Maggie’s on Nightingale Lane at around 1300. Must be six years since I saw her last…she’s now 77 and there are signs she’s struggling a little. She shakes a little, but it’s not Parkinson’s…and she looks a little hunched. She had a hip replacement last year…she can no longer afford a cleaner, nor a gardener, as she has spent all her cash reserves subsidising her son Toby’s legal attempts to get released from prison. But she retains a cheerful equanimity, determined to enjoy her dotage. She fed me homemade tarragon soup, followed by a ready meal curry and dal, with sticky toffee pudding to follow. I promised to return with Aki in tow at some point. I left around 1615 and walked back across the Common. Took a Northern line train to Angel. Walked back home from there. Pizza and salad for dinner. Sat in front of the snooker. Aki FaceTimed from Kilkenny…she is due back tomorrow evening (I thought she was coming back on Tuesday!)…
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