Wednesday 20 March 2013

The weekend.
Joy of joys we were allowed to sleep in until eight o clock. After breakfast we were off to the local farmers' market which was almost over by the time we got there.
By the time we had got home David had rung to invite us all to lunch at a local winery. Andy took this as s signal to go and get the car washed and I volunteered to go with him. So far so good, until we got to the car wash and realised that neither of us had any money. After the return to the garage   I realised I had had my credit card with me all the time so I could have paid the first time around.
As a result we had to return home to get some money and by the time we had done this David and Zoe had arrived to take Rosemarie to lunch, so off we all went to the winery where we had a fine meal.
The afternoon passed fairly quickly and in the evening we headed off to Lee and Jane's for a barbecue , which was really nice.
The evening was pleasantly warm, and having been attacked by bugs the night before I was well prepared this time having applied insect repellant  before we left.
Lee did a really good job with the meal and we had a great time.A lovely evening with family.
Sunday dawned and we spent a quiet morning before heading of to  the airport to see David  and Zoe off at 12.30.
Having arrived and paid for our parking we learnt that Zoe had misread their email and that they had missed the plane. Several phone calls alter they were rebooked onto different flights, and we headed off into town to have lunch together which David very kindly bought.
 After lunch we headed back to the airport again to say goodbye to David and Zoe for the second time and we were there to ensure that they finally left. Airports are very soulless places and to spend so much time there on a weekend is not good for us. There is nothing like being at an airport when there is no one else around.
The afternoon passed peacefully and we had a lovely barbecue in the evening before heading for our beds.  A fine weekend.


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