We managed through the heatwave. Please could we not have another one for a good long while.
My son’s graduation was really nice – both the AM school ceremony (small-ish – maybe 40 people out of 160 graduating showed up – more came to the big ceremony) and full uni later in the day (in a rugby stadium – with fancy pyrotechnics at the end – my pictures are mediocre, but such is life).
I wish I had some funnies to relate about the two days but alas no.
The train journeys were disrupted for a variety of reasons (heat, accidents).
The hotel, with its stupid mark-up due to it being graduation time, which was rated 4 stars looked more like what I expect hotels in Eastern European cities looked like in the late ‘70s. I kept expecting the secret police to come into the breakfast room and take someone away. And the hot buffet was so so sad-looking. I wrote a scathing review on Google and wasn’t particularly nice in the one the hotel itself asked for (basically said they need to gut the room and start again). Below is a pic of our view out the window.
I parked myself for an hour between the two ceremonies in the Apple store to charge my phone – and because it was air conditioned. And drooled over the new machinery.
The dog was pleased to see me when I picked him up at 6:30 AM on Thursday from the neighbours.
The rental car company sent an email confirming that I was not responsible for damage to their car and the damage case was hereby closed.
I made a belated birthday pudding for my son – that watermelon, rose and cream thing I showed last week. I was sceptical the whole way through (it was one of those weird puddings that feature during British summertime: sort of caky, a bit mushy, fruit soaked in something, in this case rosewater and sugar). But it was awesome even if it looks like pablum, with some red decorations.
The rosewater made me think of rose perfumes – it actually smelled that good. So, I pulled my one rose out of the box, SL Rose de Nuit, and wore it to celebrate. Rose and fruit is such a good combo, in this case apricot. And it also made me think of a long-ago friend who wore YSL Rive Gauche very well and then another who wore YSL Paris in the 1980s. And that sent me off thinking about getting dressed up to go dancing in the 1980s. Which led to thinking about the backless black angora dress I had …
Anyway, hope your week was good, that your weather was reasonable, and that you are able to avoid hotels that look like there are secret cameras in the palms in the corner.
Pics: The VW is Pexels. Everything else is me.