Shandy

K arrived from San Francisco yesterday morning. We let her sleep awhile and then took her out to the deer park.

On the way out to the deerpark we picked up the Texan. Now the Texan is very tall, and she sets a good pace. The Texan and the Vol-in-Law charged off, leaving K and me a good bit behind. They were too far ahead to call back and confer about which way to go, so we ended up going a little bit further than anticipated. And it was cold. We walked a long, long way so that we could see the deer who seem to congregate on the other side the park during winter months.
Then we took K to see the delights of the pubs of Wandsworth Town. We introduced her to "shandy". What is shandy? It is a pint glass half filled with beer and half filled with British style lemonade - it's like Sprite. K said "It's kind of floral, it tastes like suntan lotion."

Don't let that put you off shandy. It's an acquired taste.

We managed to keep K up til about 11 and then gave her a sleeping pill.