Finally, I can say things are back to normal in The Highrise and we are loving the new carpet. The second digital recorder has now been connected, the final computer tidy up was completed, with only the sound not working because a transformer had fallen out.
Jack has been returned to his mummy, who was on her way from the airport. We put the heating on for him and our Dyke Friend when she gets home. We pumped it up form a miserly 21 to 24. All air cons are different and given we spent a few hours at her place on carpet laying day, we knew what to set it to, to make the place warm.
R stormed out from our Brother Friends' birthday dinner before eating at an overpriced Church Street, Brighton, Chinese restaurant. The dynamics weren't good and the extra person they invited along, did not a good situation make. We may have known our Brother Friends for over thirty years, but one can really get under R's skin. I insisted R took the car home and I intended to get the train and two trams to get home, but I just missed the train and so caught a cab. Wombat, the chap R had issues with is the bloke who owns the restaurant near where you lived on tram route 86.
Life is such fun, hey.