At last – just the 9 weeks (yes NINE!!!!) weeks later, his lordship has left Ashley's boat in Croatia as planned and is finally back in the Wimbers hood. Brown as a berry and smelling somewhat less than fragrant, as do his niffy sailing bags..
Welcomed back at the tube no less by a cracking rainbow – obvs organised by yours truly..
And the even better news is that the sale of his shares in his old business Magus has finally (finally!!!!!) gone through, and as of Friday, he is officially 'retired'. It's been a long and rather bumpy journey to get to this point, so a relief all round that we can move on from that phase and look forward to whatever the future may now bring us.
Celebrated with his favourite nobby fizz and a re-opening of his massive BBQ monster, which unsurprisingly I haven't touched once while he's been away..
Plus a cheeky meal in the village last night to suck up some fo the tennis atmos and try out the new restaurant, Black Sheep (which was White Onion.. next time will be Red Pig maybe?) Verdict: Shit for cocktails but the food was v good. This whole ethos of 'British food from local sources' is a very good idea – and they are linked to a farm & vineyard down in West Sussex that we know – but why does that still mean crap drinks in this day & age??
Hey ho, topped it off with a final cocky at Hemingways while we watched the tennising world go by.
Here's to fresh beginnings and finding a whole new way of 'being us' in the times to come… x