The After-holiday

We returned from holiday on Saturday. But the fun wasn't over. On Sunday I made a start on the laundry, and dealt with the most urgent of the e-mails: I did a little work, and wrapped a birthday present ready to post.

On Monday we had a lunch date in York. The Bears came up from London to see J. and J., and we joined them to eat tapas: same restaurant chain as the previous time we did this, but a different branch, and for whatever reason, I was less impressed (maybe I just made bad choices, but several menu items were navailable, and things arrived in an order that didn't entirely work). Pleasant but unspectacular food, good wine, great company: no complaints.

We brought the Bears home with us for a lightning visit. On Tuesday boybear wanted to go for a walk, and GirlBear's knee was giving enough trouble that she didn't. So we all went to Tynemouth, and boybear walked along the seafront, while the rest of us explored the local shops, and bought goodies from not one but two tiny but well-stocked delis. Then we brought the spoils home for a late lunch and a lazy afternoon. And yesterday morning we sent the Bears home on a morning train, in time for durham_rambler to go to his exercise class.

The team was on spectacular form at the pub quiz: the questions went our way, which was particularly pleasing, as it was the last appearance of one of our number, who is moving away.

Tomorrow I have an eye appointment, which I am not looking forward to...