Old Rock’s Bath
Tuesday. A lovely day off for me, with no school run, and a very peaceful house for most of the morning. The air was delightfully cool and fresh when I woke around five, but the reason for this became clear when a thunderstorm rolled in and the heavens opened a few minutes later. I quickly pulled the washing from the line before it could get soaked, abandoning my early morning quest for cat food — much to the disgust of Little Ed and Ronan. Cats are so judgemental. Feeling quite pleased with myself, I completely forgot that I should also bring in the patio cushions, which became very sodden indeed — much to the disgust of Vanessa when she came downstairs later. Wives can be judgemental too, it seems... who knew?
Luckily for the patio cushions, and my prospects of redemption, the storm passed and blazing sun returned for the rest of the day. I dropped Dash into Canterbury at 2 p.m. to meet friends — they’re catching the bus to Margate for another post-exam gathering. Gubs needed a lift into Dover to get a haircut at the same time, so Raff kindly helped with that. It was very hot — about 29°C in Canterbury — so for the rest of the afternoon I settled in at home, pottering about in the shade.
