So, I was left with a free day with Don - "there's no point staying at your dads place, he's at work and Lorna is spark out". He loved Ayres and came back with a sausage roll, a bacon and cheese wrap AND a ham and cheese roll for lunch. He threw me a bit when he asked me what I normally do when I'm not a tour guide. I couldn't really answer him - what do I do? Clean the house? Cook? Worry about things? Watch Jeremy Kyle? Who, by the way, was "crap compared with Jerry." I bristled at this and went into a mood. What exactly do I do all day? I rang David to whinge while Don made more tea. "You make my life easier darling, that's what you do, you're gorgeous and loving and we all love you." David the Diplomat said. Cheered slightly, I rallied enough to suggest a long walk in Dulwich Park with the dogs who, incidentally, were delighted with my presence. I could almost hear Junior Dog say happily "It's half past eleven and she hasn't gone out yet!". They do have abandonment issues I will admit.
We had to come back via Ayres - Don was gasping for a gateau and "Lorna always craves cream when she gets over her migraine" Maybe, but does she crave hot cross buns and orange sponge too?