Today Alasdair and James went to Southport by train to an air show which they enjoyed very much. They set off very early and didn't get back until 9:30 p.m. James suspected that Ally was somewhat hung over, because he spent most of the journey south either asleep or visiting the toilet. Luckily he perked up by the time they arrived. I got texts during the day describing idyllic scenes of sunshine and aeroplanes, with the highlight being James' beloved Vulcan being escorted by the Red Arrows. Tonight, while awaiting their return, I watched Edward Scissorhands right through for the first time ever. James was incredulous that I had never seen this before but I have never felt inspired by the snippets I have seen. How are right I was. I thought it was absolute rubbish although James and I will have to agree to disagree on that, because he loves it.
As for my broken ankle, I think it is definitely healing, because it's less sore during the day - but by the evening it's murder polis!
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