It is raining and cool this morning, which is too bad, as today is our last day at the event, and a stadium day, which is usually a kind of dress up day, as we are just watching show jumping. We are up early in our little London house taking turns in the bathroom, making tea one at a time in the narrow galley kitchen and looking for the power converters (we have two between the five of us) to charge camera, phone and computer batteries. I am about to take my daily jog down to get the tickets (and a coffee) before we leave to help Grandma Joanne walk across the common and catch the little “mobility” car that helps her cruise the mile or so through the park to the main gates and the hospitality tent where she likes to say hello to everyone, and today may watch the jumping on the TV out of the rain. I am excited for the jumping, and have a good feeling for Karen, but this is also our last day all together, we break up tonight and tomorrow when my housemates head home. It will
