the first point to be made in this entry is that Hugh Jones makes excellent bolognaise. I tried it this evening, and it was very good – I only hope I didn’t make too much mess eating it, although Jodie did an excellent job feeding me.

I have been in Chester, at the Jones house, since yesterday. Charlotte, of course, is still in Ibiza and I must admit I did feel her absence sitting out in the garden this afternoon, but when one is surrounded by such excellent people it’s hard to feel too down. For the burrow is how I left it: a warm, homely place, often buzzing with activity. There always seems to be music (even at half 7 of a morning, when one is prone to hear Will practicing his trumpet). Family friends are always popping by, to talk or have a drink

As a disabled person, I often feel self conscious when visiting people’s houses, but, oddly, I felt instantly at ease. The Jones family are kind warm people of whom, through Charlie, I have grown extremely fond. They share everything, and take delight in peoples company. they were as eeager to see me, I think, as I was to see them. I also found out that Mrs. Jones makes a chocolate pudding which would give mum’s chocolate yoghurt cake a run for it’s money! We were eating some of it last night, and I was forced to ask Mrs j. for the recipe. When one is in such excellent company, eating such excellent food, how can one not feel at home? Plus, last night, Hugh and Jodie took me to a nearby pub that sold the most excellent India pale ale!

While I would not like to impose myself too much on the joneses, I certainly hope I will be making more visits to ‘The burrow’ in the future. Being woken by Will’s trumpet practice is a tiny price to pay for such good friends.