Emily is taking a while to adapt to yet another place and new faces. She seems quite nervous of John and Andy and is very clingy (to the extent that she had to sit in the bathroom with me while I showered, despite the lure of Ann's lap and Thomas on TV). She likes having Radley and Hayden around though, even though they are so much older. They are very good with her.
After her lunch, I bundled her into the car and drove to my friend David's place in South Woodham Ferrers. She was asleep in moments, and woke just as we pulled up. It had been raining heavily all morning, but as I travelled there the sky cleared, so we were able to sit out in the garden. It was great to see David, and also Steve, plus both their families. In the space of several years, their children had become almost unrecognisable. After a lifetime of unhealthy living, Steve had jacked in smoking and taken up fitness, even running the Marathon this year, so he was looking very toned and healthy. Emily seemed much more confident, perhaps because there were a couple of other kids there, and went off out of sight quite a bit, which made it easier to chew the fat with my old mates from the bad old Canary Wharf days.
Back at John and Ann's, the Fairfield Road contingent all sat down to Sunday dinner; Emily had her first roast, complete with beef, gravy, potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. She finished with tiramisu (alcohol-free of course).
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