The plan is that we will go to Alexander and Flora's and order in supper. F is recuperating from a "sudden overwhelming chest infection" which very nearly killed her. Not that there is a convenient time for such an illness, but this has been particularly inconvenient as well as scary as they have sold the house and have to be out by the end of the month. Worse, possession of their new house is not until the end of June, so there is a gap of two months which might have included travel but certainly won't now.
We're at the tube station and a loud train is arriving when A phones to say that son Dominic has been taken to hospital with tachycardia so our arrangements are postponed. A thinks he's ok but they're keeping D in, so he's on his way to the hospital. Fortunately A is a man of enormous energy, but it's been a horrific month.
So we go for a walk, but the mist turns to light rain, so end up having fish and chips at Roses. Always perfectly cooked - not easy as fillets are of uneven thickness. Plate is 14 inches - fillet longer.
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