Hallelujah! No packed lunches, no school uniforms. A leisurely breakfast and then down to Worthing for a few days. The car is packed, courtesy of Steve who has made car-packing into an art form. I wish he’d take the same care over his sock drawer. What is it with cars? Martin treats his Saab better than he treats his fellow human beings, even his wife. Especially his wife. Not that she’s in my good books, having asked if Jeremy can ‘tag along’ to Worthing. Apparently Claudia can’t take time off to look after him. I suspect she can’t take off time from her new boyfriend, Harold Pinter. Martin calls by with some money for Jeremy and to say sorry he can’t make it down but he’s snowed under. Surprise, surprise. As we pile in the car, fiddling with seat belts, Martin stands watching Tamarine who is washing Bob’s woebegone Rover. He has a smile on his face as she stretches on her tiptoes to reach across the roof with her sponge.
