I dropped Nigel at the train station in Chester at lunchtime. He didn’t want me to make him breakfast so I bought him a bar of chocolate to eat on the way home . 

It was nice to have him visit after a six year hiatus. 

I’ve known nige over 32 years. We joke together in the short hand way only old friends can and we talk bollocks for hours at a time .

The dogs wound themselves up because of the visit, but Nigel understands their ways and calmed them down with it too much effort. 

We drank wine and ate pizza and talked more

And the cottage seems very quiet again this afternoon after he had gone.

I’m falling asleep watching and old episode of The Wire