Spontaneity isn’t a thing that I’ve been associated with for well over 3 years, what with wheelchair confinement… but yesterday I was able to just call in on Pia and Cliff, who live about 5 miles from me.

People in bloody London have forgotten the art of just knocking on the door and having a cup of tea, without first diarising a visit by email, 2 weeks before, then confirming it with 14 texts in the intervening days..

I didn’t have tea, as Pia made me drink wine ( actually because she wanted an excuse to have some, so I went along with it …) and got back at midnight, some 6 hours later.

I’d been into Richmond, in search of slippery material, found hardwood – slide boards are now an essential transfer item to get from one place to another – and then had time to socialise.

I plan to expand my ‘ popping in for tea, but accepting wine under duress’ routine, as it’s a laugh.

Please send your address if you have an accessible dwelling…..

Russ