On Boxing Day we drove to Allington Lock- just outside Maidstone- looked at the river and had lunch.
It took us nine hours to get home yesterday- exactly twice as long as it took us to drive down- I don't know why but we were in queues most of the way. The news of the Bhutto assassination came through while we were on the road- the story getting darker with each report; first there'd been an explosion, then she'd been slightly hurt, then she'd been badly hurt, then she was dead.
John Simpson was saying he didn't think there was anything anyone could do about Islamic extremism except wait for the storm to blow itself out.
Ailz's mum and dad gave us tea when we got back. Ailz's mum had made this really nice turkey, cheese and leek pie and there was trifle for afters.