Sun 10 Sept
With the dodgy knee moaning and various tendons coming out in sympathy, I thumbed a lift back to the boat with a very kind man called Ken. I pay for these trips with the tale of the summer, which suits both sides.
J did hamburgers for supper. I said how nice it was to be cooked for. J leered - so he should, having been cooked for all summer!
I finished the last of the dinner party bottles of wine. Shame,