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Bank holidays always make for strange weekends, but I need to start writing this from Friday.

I took the tube out to Maida Vale at lunchtime, so I could walk around Little Venice. I’d not been there in years and had completely forgotten what it was like. Needless to day, it’s nothing like Venice.

It’s actually the point where the Regent’s Canal and Grand Union Canal meet, and manifests itself as a slightly disappointing triangular pool of water with an island in the middle. Kind of like a canal roundabout.

Nonetheless, it’s pretty, and the houses that line the banks are clearly filled with very rich inhabitants. They are but nothing, though, when compared to some of the houses fronting the canal closer to Regent’s Park. They are pillared, and built from some expensive-looking white stone, and have banked gardens with steps down to the waterside.

And there are unfriendly-looking signs about dogs on patrol.

It took ages to walk back to the office. I should have got back onto the tube to come home, but the sun was so bright and the air so still that I decided to walk the two miles back to Regent’s Park. But I hadn’t allowed for how long it would take to walk back across the park, and ended up walking a full hour, in jeans and the hot sun.

It was fantastic.

But tiring. So I didn’t do much on Friday night. Besides, Paul was working until nineish, so was home v late. We stayed in and watched The Ladykillers. The original version. No ladies were harmed in the making thereof.

We used Saturday very wisely. I worked through the morning, and then just before lunch we drove out to Freeport. After years of riding the European trains with rucksacks, we decided it was time to upgrade. Call it post-thirties sensibleness, but we were both hankering for small suitcases with wheels and handles, although when it came to it Paul ended up buying a suitcase that completely enveloped the one I picked out. And the shoes I bought. And the camping lantern. And you could still zip it closed with all that inside.

I’ve always been a lighter traveller.

Today was Sunday, but it felt like a Saturday. Should have known on account of the size of the lunch we ate. We went around to mum’s to eat with her, Andrew and Viv before Viv went back home (which will happen on Tuesday) and found ourselves presented with huge homemade quiches and all manner of salads. Perfect food for eating outside.

And then for lazing around afterwards drinking coffee while it digested.

We did, eventually, drag ourselves up from the lawn to play three rounds of Rummikub. I won one. A very poor showing.

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