chee rabbits
Somehow i forgot to speak of Saturday in the latest weekly. We rose early and
headed out on the Thames Clipper. I'd cooked and packed us creamy pesto chicken
pasta for lunch, and we had ham and crackers and goats cheese with sliced
cucumbers for our snack. It was a lovely, enriching kind of day with cold
breaths and a record store and plenty of walk. The crackers we ate on the boat,
and we became chummy with a dog named Ozzie. He was the first one on the boat,
we were right behind him. And when we left, there he was, right in front of us
again. We managed to shed him at the power station. I don't know what to say
about the day, really, but it was one of those perfect little days that
shouldn't be let unrecorded. On the way home on the train we drank the tuscan
red from the bottle like a couple of no good drunks. Then we watched the Italian
Job so Zonker would know how to drive in Italy. That's it, really. We never
ended up eating the lunch so it turned out to be dinner.