Wednesday December 3, 2008
We had a great day out today, taking Graham’s mother to the monstrous retail park on the outskirts of Swansea, where we found her a rather nice under the counter refrigerator, and then, having arranged delivery, to the city centre, where we visited the Kardomah restaurant for a splendid lunch. The original premises, where the Khardomah Boys met, were destroyed in WWII, and these are of 1950s vintage, and staying true to the original. A nice place, serving proper food, at a reasonable price, I’d recommend it to anyone.
Graham and I have been ardent fans since our days in the original Welsh cottage, and the nice little house under the oak tree, and now in our hopefully final resting place under the pines. Graham’s mother hasn’t visited since the early 1970s, and was a little puzzled at first but came round, and enjoyed it just as much as we did. We’ve pencilled in another British visit for her dance card, to Porthcawl, in January. ”It’ll rain,” she said. “Well, of course. It wouldn’t be British if it didn’t rain.”
Oh, boy, but it was cold in Swansea today. I may just have caught a chill and, certainly, I went very close to the edge of exhaustion. It was worth it, though. A thoroughly good day out, filling my head with all sorts of rich, assorted images is worth a little lassitude and a feeling that I may be sickening for something.
I’ll take double aspirin tonight. One for the joints, and one for what may be a fever. It’s good to have faith in something, and I really, truly believe in aspirin.
