Lobster Pot

Started the day off nicely with a melon (yay) and a little time on the swings set across the street (I'm feeling very juvenile). Went in to town for a couple of hours ( shopping... shopping... cappuccino... shopping) and have now exhausted the time wasting opportunities available there, which is probably a good thing. We finally heard about the funeral timing, which is to be Sunday morning in London, so I'll be down there. Booba took us out for dinner at a place called the Lobster Pot (where she ordered her "usual" the chicken) and we had a very nice dinner. We went back to her house to pick up some garden chairs and some roses, and I was hit by a very wicked urge to walk all over the grass before going in the house (Booba is apparently very fastidious about that- doesn't like "creepy-crawlies") but managed to control myself. Went back to D&M's and watched a little bit of the British equivalent of the Daily Show ( it involves clippings with bits blacked out, that the comedian guests then fill in) which was very funny, then it's an early bed for me.