A day on the Tex/Mex border.

Wake around half past seven to a cool cloudy morning, and after breakfast, I phone Felicity who tells me she is waiting for another friend, Rob Byass, to drive her to Robin Hood's Bay. This is good news because, on Wednesday, she was having doubts whether she would have the confidence and stamina to go. I wish her well and tell her I will try to pop into see her on Monday or Tuesday, as I am scheduled to look after. Louis tomorrow, whilst Sarah takes Alice shopping to Meadowhall in Sheffield, to buy an outfit for her graduation Prom from Beverley Girls High School. Hannah is also on holiday today and as it has started to rain, I opt against going to the Poppy Seed this morning. When you live alone there is never a shortage of things to do, so after some washing and cleaning, I then settle down to Cormack McCarthy's "No Country For Old Men".  Although I have seen the film with Xavier Bardem, as Anton Chirugh and Tommy Lee Jones as the sherif, I still enjoy the author's masterly use of language and sentence construction, in order to evoke an atmosphere that recreates the austere desert landscape and the rugged individuals who survive there. Sometimes reading in the garden, when the sun comes out and sometimes moving indoors when it rains, I complete the book by nine O'clock in the evening. A day doing not much at all, apart from ringing Gino and Jackie to wish them "Bon Voyage", before they fly off to Sardinia, was just what I needed after a busy week, and before a full day with Louis tomorrow. To bed at ten.

To bed for ten.