Hugging and blubbing

We drove over to Waltham-on-Thames to have lunch with my godmother. Pat was Mum's best friend in Timaru many eons ago. She lives in England but has been a constant visitor to NZ over the years.

She keeps promising me a religious education but so far the education mainly involves drinking wine. My kind of religion...!

We had a wonderful catch-up and a gorgeous pub lunch. Oddly, some of the best food we've had this trip has been the two meals we've had in British pubs.

We talked about Mum (and cried). We talked about Pat's cancer (and cried). We talked about the weather (and almost cried). The rest of the pub was very polite and pretended not to notice the two people hugging and blubbing in the corner.

I was wiped out with exhaustion by the time we got back. But it was so worth it.