friday night chocolate and cider

I think the slow ramping up the holiday season is beginning. The weekends are somehow being filled up with things and activities. Then there are these assorted fairs and bake sales at the school which seem to require a presence of one kind or another.
What is this life? It is so silly.
The only reasonable thing is to retreat with some "Auntie Mame". Patrick Dennis makes it all good and calm.
Also I decided I should go to London next month. Because. I can. Like some high-falutin' sort.

There is hope on the dishwasher front.