Well, yesterday was a good day, in which lots happened. I got up about 7.45 to finish off cleaning up the dining room and putting all the furniture and stuff back in their places. It was a bit of a rush as I wanted to get it done and go to Rosie's. I left at about 10.45, having removed 9 days facial hair and about a litre of paint from my hands and head. Just as I left I got a text from Rosie which indicated she thought I'd be there in around an hour, so I didn't hang around too much!

I met Rosie's grandparents, who were just as they'd been described. For the first time in a long time when it comes to descriptions, everyone had said the same things, so I wasn't surprised. Things could probably have gone a little better when I first met her Grandpa. He said something I didn't understand (something foreign) to which I asked what language he was speaking. Turned out he was trying to use some Russian, as he knows I do Russian. I felt guilty for not getting it, as I know it's frustrating when you try to say something and no one knows what you're saying. Happens to me a lot . I thought it might have been Swedish. Later on, he amused me quite a bit, when he decided who I reminded him of. And to be honest, I'm surprised no one has picked up on this before, really. I am, apparently, the spitting image of Tiger Woods... Happily, he didn't quiz me on my future career, or lack of, but instead was very interested in what my Dad did. I like people who come at topics from strange angles, and he really grabbed the bull by the horns. I was also struck by his Terry Woganlike intonation, and appreciation of anecdotes. Rosie's Granny was very nice too, very northern accent. I can imagine her on Coronation Street. Not Brookside though. She didn't ask any random questions though. Definitely more mainstream. I can imagine my Gran thinking that she was a suitable matriarch for the family.

We went to Forty Hall in the afternoon. Tom kept telling me the Cavalier was an old man's car. Maybe he does it to make me feel mature. Or maybe he'd secretly like a £600 Vauxhall on the drive. Anyway, at Forty Hall we looked at some quilts, but none were the right size for the bedding I bought at Ikea last week. And they started at around £200 I think!! Somewhat unnecessarily, one of the women there kept telling me to take photos of them.

We went out to eat in the evening at the King Arthur's Head, kind of roughly north-east of Enfield, maybe. It was very good food, and mine was cooked very nicely. I didn't eat it all though. Not through choice, but because there was ample for a small family. Disastrously, it was Celine Dion evening in the restaurant. As she quite rightly 'sang' 'Things are getting seeeeerrrrrrious'.

Drove home late in the evening. It didn't feel like I was there for long, the time went quick.