Jill Wilson

Jill comes over and collects the key, after I send her a cheeky text suggesting she do it. Really, I don’t want to drive if I smoke. I think she may take umbrage, as we always have that Northside, Southside rivalry, where to meet up and all, but she just replies with, “On my way.”

She stays for dinner, we have puttanesca. She asks for the recipe.

She says good bye.


David calls, we have eaten all of the banana cake, LouLou and I, he is incensed. I tell him I’ve made cake and he says he is coming over for tea, and then turns up 3 days later. But he has taken to his bed and is not leaving the house, so it is a moot point.

He says good bye.