Sunday, 21st September
Xanthe decided to pick my brains about the state health system tonight. The conversation went something like this...
'You know that hospital we went to see Pappou in, on Friday?'
'Yes.'
'Was that the NHS?'
'Yes.'
'It's disgusting. Is it cheap (and there is a distinction here)?'
'Not cheap, but free at the point of use.'
'Well, I suppose some people have to use it.'
We went to Manny's for Ali's birthday, and Xanthe has a new job as a waitress. Ivo showed her how to fold napkins, and which side to serve people from. Or rather, from which to serve people. Sparta Park won 3-2, against arch-rivals Nickel. Fran and Alex got quite loud, sweaty, and aggressive, in defeat.
Monday, 22nd September
My gorgeous new diary arrived today. Mustard yellow leather, with Mrs Moore engraved in gold on the front. I took my carefully prepared selection of sticky photos, and added to birthdays and anniversaries. Except that I put one of our wedding photos on the 27th June. Doh!
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