<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/wp-1466401450954.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3468" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/wp-1466401450954-300x225.jpg" alt="wp-1466401450954.jpg" width="300" height="225" /></a>On Sunday I took a trip to San José to have lunch with Marjorie, Emmanuel, my nephew Lewis and his wife Viji. I'd never met Viji before so there was a lot to talk about and catch up on.</p>
The drive down was worrying because I was driving on the wrong side of the road, in someone else's car and I was using Google maps on my tablet as my guide. The English voice was reassuring and I call her Jane which helps to allay my fears. Cars passing at speed on either side wouldn't bother me in Britain but here they were a constant threat.

Lunch was over all too soon and after a delightful Earl Grey tea I headed back to San Francisco and despite some very heavy traffic as I entered the city I managed to find way back to 14th Street.