Now I'm not sure whose idea it was to invade the poor Jamiesons for breakfast but there was a massive plan going on with lots of chiefs organising it. I awoke feeling far from well and left them all to get on with it, even more than my usual 'happy to be an Indian'.
"We'll catch the tide, no we'll move the cars and drive, Oh the bridge is closed so we can't, we'll move the boats back to Teddington and then drive"
Someone moved the boat to Kingston, I'm not sure who; it wasn't me and it wasn't G as he shot passed me whilst I was cleaning my teeth on the move!
Poor Ian and Irene made us feel very welcome even though somebody's dog nicked the end of the banana cake (very annoying as I had had my eye on it)
So poor G had to do a long and complicated journey to get his Mum to a funeral whilst I and the dogs explored Teddington, Ham House and the Nature Reserve