Back to the grind for me today. Dawn dropped me off at Hertford North and I raced up the stairs to catch the 6:10am train from Stevenage when I saw that due in any minute (albeit 12 minutes late). My day was a little better than Friday. More importantly was that I was able complete the corrective action plan for the BSI that needed to be back with them before we closed for Christmas.
Dawn, Brady and Jim on the other hand spent the day in and around Hertford. Jim got his first experience of a British grocery store when Dawn took them to Tesco so she could pick up some bits and pieces. However, I am not sure how much of the store he actually saw, as he immediately (just kidding) sought out assistance to find some nuts, raisins, and some cherry brandy for his Earl Grey tea. In town the three split up and went their own ways. Jim confessed that he needed alone time so he could find himself some clothes. That was not a good idea. It gave Brady and Dawn the opportunity to find a shoe shop and one of them left with a pair of boots that would keep their feet and ankles warm and cosy.
The three met up in Salisbury Square and stopped for some coffee and entertainment. One of the guys that worked at Caffe Nero was showing butt crack for anyone interested in the view. A little later, because it had been too early for lunch, they progressed to the White Hart for a bite to eat. They all had the soup of the day, which was winter vegetable and by all accounts excellent.
On the way back to the house they stopped at Riverside to check out the Christmas stuff on sale before going back to the house where the three called it a day and chilled out.
Dawn collected me at the station around 4:45pm as I was able to get out of the office a little earlier than usual. When I got home my mouth dropped when I walked into the front room and saw a cat house where Tiny's chair normally stood by the back door in the living room. All the other three would say is that Santa came early for Tiny. Let me tell you - Santa made all the effort to come to number 68 three days early and he didn't leave one solitary thing for us. And you wonder why adults don't believe in him?
Dinner was spaghetti with French bread. I was apprehensive that Brady would not enjoy it as much as my other meals, as this meal is her favourite. Thankfully everyone thoroughly enjoyed it. Sadly, my day went downhill from there. First I had to wrap Dawn's gifts, so I spent the best part of an hour upstairs. Secondly, by the time I went to bed, I was coughing and spluttering. I had caught a bug from somewhere.
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