Two days to go.
Lunch was a homemade (= wife-made) cheese and tomato tart. Delicious.
The trip to the parents-in-law was successfully negotiated, because we ate out. I had two grilled portabello mushrooms and some French fries, and a slice of “Texas toast”. I’m still not quite sure why Texas got the credit for it, but it was good. I had a wobbly moment when my wife and children all ordered cheeseburgers, but stood firm.
I believe I can do this.
In other news, yesterday I had what may be a wholly new and possibly decent idea for my next book. Fresh worlds of research are opening out in front of me – I’m tempted to say like a flower’s petals, although I suspect a more exact analogy may be like the skin of an onion. Much more liable to make me weep.