- We went to Brighton on Saturday.
- The older kids wanted to spend their money; we wanted to read in Borders.
- The plan worked beautifully; everyone was happy.
- Until some miscommunication put Bobby into an awful mood.
- He tends to believe I can read his mind, and then gets upset when it transpires I haven't.
- I sometimes do the same thing.
- It hardly ever happens these days, though. We've both got a lot better about being direct and clear. In fact, I thought we'd completely cured each other of this particular failing. Apparently not, unfortunately.
- We had got over it by evening, and the five of us watched a reasonably amusing DVD.
- We went for a walk on Sunday - to Box Hill. The sun was shining, and it was lovely, albeit windy.
- We felt quite English - going for a walk and then coming home to the Sunday roast. If only we had a dog we'd really have felt authentic.
- We went for another walk after a very late lunch - I wanted to see if it's feasible for me to walk to work.
- It is, just about. It's not a bad walk, mostly along some fairly nondescript streets, but partly through some pretty fields. It takes about 50 minutes, walking briskly. I think I will do it some days. Maybe.
The picture is from Box Hill. We were struck by the African look of the grass in front of us as we walked up the side of the hill; particularly odd in view of the classically English landscape behind us.
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