Tuesday’s trip.

In the past I’ve never been able to describe anything as a trip, because that means I might have “had a fall”. We always spoke of school “visits” or “excursions”, never trips! But this week we had a visit to a garden centre run by a lovely family I’ve known for a very long time. There was a purpose for the visit – I needed to replace a patio rose that I somehow managed to kill several years ago. It was a delight to drive into the countryside with the sun shining at last and then wander amongst the shrubs and perennials, annuals and pots too. Obviously it would have been rude not to sit and mardle over a coffee and share a very large piece of coffee cake, then pay for our impulse buys (and the rose) then fill the car boot. It was then that we realised our son would be flying back from Sarajevo and passing overhead. We must have looked quite suspicious hanging around the carpark, then waving frantically to a passing Airbus, but, to be honest, we do it all the time – the tech team has the app, of course!