Mrs Jones just dropped me off at home, albeit a little later than planned. Initially I had planned to be back around noon, but events conspired against that – we were late up, Mrs j had work to do, I lost track of time talking to my friends. I should have phoned. Sorry dad.

Anyway I had great fun last night. Charlotte invited me to see a production of Moulin rouge at the school she now teaches at, so reluctant to disappoint my friend, I went. The performance was quite amazing: Charlie teaches music, and was in charge of the music. As I saw last year with gospel choir, Charlie seems to have the ability to get a tune out of anyone, and she proved that again last night. Mind you, poppy, C’s younger sister, in the role of satine, is an excellent singer, as was the male lead. Hell, it was all very Impressive – they even had a working model of a red windmill. Moreover, I learned today that Charlie, armed only with the piano music, had transposed the entire score by ear. Her industriousness and productivity put me to shame.

I always like going to the burrow, as I call it. Its so homely, so welcoming. It’s the type of place you don’t want to leave,, and I almost took Mrs j up on her offer to stay another night. Charlotte’s generosity is almost infinite, a trait I think she definitely inherited.

either way, I’m glad I went, and certainly hope my next visit isn’t too far off. Going there, to that crazy laberynthine house makes me feel good about the world