More larks with Grandad Ian this week, though mostly confined to indoors as the rain did not stop all last week. We managed a trip to the cinema, a lunch and dinner out and lunch at Dad and Alexandra's, but any other sightseeing was confined to the car, views obscured by the dashing of the wipers on the windscreen. We had one clear day on Friday so we took Ian off to Battle for the tour of the battleground of the battle of Hastings. (I've never seen the word battle that many times in a sentence before.) On Saturday we drove in the rain to Chartwell, Winston Churchill's former home, to meet up with Helen and George and the kids, to do the Grandad Ian handover. We toured the house, but the wet weather prevented us from enjoying the grounds and after a freezing undercover 'picnic', we drove to their house in Surrey. The boys immediately legged it to the pub, before Helen and I had emptied the car boots of wellies and bags, so we settled in for couple of afternoon gins and a catch up. In the evening, a chicken curry hit the spot alongwith a bottle of port. Oh dear. Yesterday, we left in convoy for a gorgeous Sunday lunch at George's parents' place in Gerrards Cross.
In other news, I went to my first kickboxing class on Thursday which was awesome. It's the bext exercise class I've ever been to and I have not been able to stop evangelizing about it, and Rob is quite bored of the subject. I can't wait for this week's class.
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