I went to Bristol last weekend to spend a night with eldest son, over from USA to do some research at the university. There is a strange Karma in Bristol which I think goes back to the fact that all its prosperity and fine buildings were funded by the slave trade. It rained relentlessly, but it was nice to sit around in a comfortable flat and read the Sunday papers and chat. Also to watch my 55 yearold mathematician son do his dancing practice. He becomes more and more addicted to dancing and he was trying to copy Michael Jackson steps. We went to see West Side Story at the Hippodrome which had some nifty dancing too.
I have been cooking and gardening like mad as we have yet another Cream Tea this Sunday, this time in aid of destitute Asylum Seekers in Southampton. I pray it won`t rain as there are all these mountains of scones in the freezer again, and the kitchen table loaded with calorie loaded cakes. As usual I am tormented by the thought that no one will turn up.
I suspect that I had swine flu last week. It was quite mild. Now my friend J has got it, a week later. Neither of us told any doctors so it just shows that the statistics are all wrong.
Have just seen two fat rats run across the garden, so I am waiting for Eddie the rat man with his lethal blue crystals. I always feel awful about the thought that the poor baby rats will be orphaned and starve.