Saturday, 8 November 2008

After an early breakfast, I left Jackie at home and drove to Walthamstow for Angelo’s wedding. It was good to see him without talking about computers.

I excused myself at 12:00 noon as I had to drive to Brighton to pick up Bobby who is moving back to London. Escaping from London is easier said than done and I encountered multiple road works, torrential down pours, flash floods (or very large puddles – where do you draw the line?) and the William Morris Gallery. By 3:30 pm, I was safely on my way down the M23 toward Brighton.

A little while later, the engine cut out. I really don’t have a good history with cars. By 5:00 pm the AA had blamed the problem on a faulty oil pressure switch and offered me a lift home to Hertfordshire. I got home about 7:00 pm having wasted the best part of another day with no benefit. Bobby was very understanding and Jackie tried her best to soothe me but if truth be told I was frustrated and pretty cross.

Then we watched the Festival of Remembrance event at the Royal Albert Hall. It was so beautiful and moving and soon helped put things back in perspective. Only toward the end did I remember that my Mum was at the festival proudly wearing my Dad’s campaign medals.