Woke around 0900. Aki up to ready for rowing. We porridged at the dining table. I did my exercises once she’d cycled off, and read some Shirley Jackson…very quirky, dark stuff…very enjoyable. Walked down to Highbury Corner for a fry up at The Hope Worker’s Cafe. Walked home via Waitrose. Prepared a chicken chasseur for later then walked up to the N19 with our instruments. Bit of a low turnout this afternoon…but just about enough of us to make a noise. However, when we rocked up at the pub we discovered our room had been bagged for the footie on the big screen. Tony the landlord had invested in a Sky Sports subscription, so our free rein seems to have come to an abrupt end. The five of us who had shown up convened over a beer, and decided to commandeer Ben’s front room, at his invitation, so we all walked back down to No.38. It worked out quite well, but not sure what we’re going to do next month…looks like we’ll have to take turns hosting from now on. We broke at 1800. Back home for a very tasty chicken chasseur dinner, followed by baked stuffed apples. Watched Diane Keaton in First Wives Club…all very silly but laugh out loud funny…Bette Midler is very good in it.
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