I wake up late as I didn’t get to bed until at least 1am – how idiotic I am. Katie Michael is dropping by at 9am and I hare around to get showered and dressed and eat something so I can take my steroids. It’s not so drastic now to eat at the same time as I’m only on 3mg and that doesn’t upset my insides at all. She arrives on the dot and totally forget the time until we suddenly realise that it’s gone ten and she’s supposed to be home ready for work and I’m supposed to be at a LHP meeting. I haven’t missed much, but feel bad as it appears pretty slack. Lots of talk about the proposal to Goodwood to be involved with the interpretation boards and moving the phone box onto Goodwood land and also the cricket match in 2021. I’m keen for it to end as I need to get home to start the cooking for the Brexit party. It’s not a big deal, but cooking all the food from scratch always takes time. I’m doing Spanish Tortilla, German Red Cabbage, French Veg Cassoulet, Italian Parmgiana and English Apple Crumble with custard for pudding. I can never believe how long cooking takes – I only went out with Rog for a very quick walk and I was still rushing around just before they arrived and there were only five coming. Still it was great fun – the aubergine wasn’t cooked enough and the tortilla was a bit flat but…. Of course, lots of chat about Tom and Clipper – they kept on and on about it until I had to say that he’s coming home – would have been rude not to come clean. Had a little contretemps with James who kept on saying that in the Navy they’d have been disciplined into how to behave – but these are groups of amateurs from all different walks of life and with varying attitudes and ideas to the whole ‘adventure’. Very late to bed again…
