Days 9 and 10 melded into one long stint during which we
stood in turns to bark out our offer. We gave out a lot of leaflets, so now we
have to hope that the interest turns into sales. On Saturday evening we went to
see our daughter who lives in Islington, and who is not well at present. She is
nearly recovered, and we went to get a takeaway Turkish meal from a lovely café
called Gallipoli on Upper Street .
It was delicious after a long hard day, but after a walk to the tube and from
the tube at the other end our feet were killing us, as if on fire, and we fell
asleep in minutes. Sunday was much the same, and after 6 we ate in Wagamama;
again delicious, before Fran got the train back home and I got the tube to
Jane’s. We had hoped to meet Nigel, an old friend who we all love, but he had a
stomach bug and so couldn’t invite us to his boat. In retrospect, it probably
would have been too much for us to do. I got back to Jane’s to find her
children Charlie and Josh having a shouting match so I retired to my room, read
for a while and fell fast asleep.
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