Before I begin I should point out that I didn't make it to church on Sunday morning after all. I was called a wimp by Irish Natasha because I didn't want to cross the road in front of large running rugby player athletic types who were running in two directions. I know! You'd have to be a man of steel to manage it. Or irish.
Yesterday, after a nice bank holiday involving work, a pub lunch at the Ram and more work, Rachel P and myself went to officially greet Gladys (also Irish) who arrived at Exeter airport to begin her Official Tour of England, stopping off at the residences of various members of Equipo STEP Peru 2005. Yesterday eve we enjoyed a quiet drink in George's and today after Rachel and Gladys' ' girly morning' (quite what that involved I never established though puzzlingly enough I am told hot squash had an important role in proceedings) I met up with them for lunch at The Mill on the Exe followed by the increasingly famous 'Sherv Tour' of Exeter, ending, of course, at Bostons.
Incredibly Gladys managed something quite extraordinary during the trip. Rachel and myself showed her the large sculpture of the Exeter riddle on the high street. To our amazement, Gladys managed to solve all the parts of the riddle. In fairness she did so by noticing that the answer is actually very clearly given if you know where to look. I shall, however, remain quiet so as not to spoil it for the rest of you when you come and visit.
So now we have passed Gladys on to Hazel in Bristol, and life continues in jolly old Exeter.
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