Fish and chips, final Grand Prix and the trip home

Nearly a week since I have posted, but it seems like two. Just to carry on the journal: last Saturday we did walk over the hill and via the Patcham windmill to Blatchington Road to have fish and chips at Ramsbottoms. The last third of the walk was in the pouring rain, so a couple of nearly drowned rats arrived at Ramsbottoms rather hungry as well. The fish and chips were as gorgeous as we remembered it from last time. It was well worth to get soaked for.

On Sunday we stayed in, which was OK. We played with Elian a lot and in the afternoon watched the final Grand Prix of the 2012 season. It turned out probably the most exciting, eventful and full of incident event of not only this season, but for several years. As far as I was concerned I didn't care who won as long as it wasn't Alonso. Thankfully and after lot of mishaps Vettel came 6th to Alonso's second which meant that Vettel became the 2012 World Champion by three points. Hurraaaahhhhh!!

In the evening Roy and I cooked dinner for the 5 of us, which was mushroom paprikash with boiled potatoes and green vegetables, which Lucy cooked. It was lovely and it was followed by cheesecake, also by Lucy, which everybody had except me as I am off sugar at the moment. Monday was our last day, in the morning we went down to the Post Office to get some money and did our final shopping in the Co-Op. Later we took Elian for a walk in his pram which was quite an event. Initially he was really frisky, not looking at all tired, looking at everything from clouds in the sky through passing cars to flowers and people in the gardens and the street. After about 15-20 minutes his eyes started to get heavy and I suspected that he should be asleep soon. And so he was. We all had a lovely time, he had some fresh air (so did we) and the afternoon nap was dealt with as well.

In the evening we all went to the Black Lion for a nice meal, including Vic, Lucy's dad. Elian was as good as gold and we had a lovely time. On Tuesday morning we packed, visited the now beautifully painted and decorated flat and made Gatwick in plenty of time with Stephen. The trip home was uneventful, even though I had some worries about our bag's dimensions with all those sausages, Cheddar cheese and other goodies, but nobody took any notice of it.

We only stayed in town for me to have a mammography appointment, which found nothing untoward and caught the half past one bus home easily. Since then we have been catching up with a thousand e-mails, updating blogs, Facebook and bottling Roy's pálinka, which arrived last night. All 36.3 litres of it. Tomorrow we are off to town again, doing some geocaching en route as I was beginning to suffer caching withdrawal symptoms.