Seder night went well. All things considered there was a lot less pre-festival panic than I would normally expect. My Dad's cousins who usually join us decided to have their own Seder this year, so our only guests were Mum's aunt and her husband, and my first cousin J (but not his parents or sister). Everything went almost disappointingly smoothly; there was some token discussion but no real ring-a-ding arguments, and we didn't forget any part of the ceremony or even spill any wine.
Thuggish Poet managed to forget the date of Passover and therefore had poetry-related commitments he couldn't get out of. Although he isn't religious I think he was a bit disappointed to miss the actual Seder, and very disappointed indeed that Screwy and I had committed ourselves to heading off very soon after the earliest time he was able to get home on Tuesday afternoon. As it was we were both delayed by his lack of organization. Anyway, I was glad to see my brother however briefly, and he gave me some spices he had brought back from the actual India.
Anyway, I made it to the Pembury successfully, to meet up with
I went home with
More tea and conversation in the afternoon, this time chez
I will leave until another post the second half of Passover, where I brought Bat back to Sweden with me and we did touristy things. Also I should process and post some photos, and write lots and lots of book reviews (a combination of travel time and some amount of leisure time means I've read rather a lot of books this week).