It’s now Wednesday, and it’s rather grey, with some light rain. I’m trying to reproduce my previous entries because I deleted them by mistake (or possibly put them somewhere else) at a stroke while using my iPhone. Tried various ways of retrieving them, but have now given up. So…
On both Monday and Tuesday, if I remember rightly, it was quite mild, with a fair amount of sun. We received intermittent messages from Des, who is on holiday in Madeira, postponing his arrival back because there were no flights as a result of a storm. He is now due back tomorrow morning, after deciding to stay a night at Stansted instead of getting an extortionate taxi when his flight arrives just before midnight.
Monday was Howard’s 60th birthday bash at the Rumsey Wells on St Andrew’s Street, where the speciality is pies. In fact, it’s all they do. I had a straightforward steak and ale (or Moo) and Dot had something involving mushrooms (Shroom). They were presented on mashed potato and gravy with sides of mushy peas, onion pieces and grated cheese. And they were delicious! There were 17 or 18 of us, and of course plenty of wine. Both Dot and I drank too much and staggered home just after 11pm. We had both said a few words in praise of Howard at Anna’s request. Really nice evening. Spoke a lot to Ray and to Debbie, surprisingly.
Earlier Anne had come round and taken Dot for a walk to Boots and back. This meant she had done a lot of steps for the day, and in the evening was not walking too easily.
Both had a bad night and woke up for the final time at 9.30 Tuesday morning. Colin came round after a hospital appointment for plantar fasciitis, a painful foot condition. Not much they could do for him, apparently. It will probably go eventually, but he’s had it for months. He looked at our broken wall and cracking facing on the garage front and decided he could fix both quite easily – a “Saturday morning job”.
At 5.30 we had a DCC meeting at Golden Dog Lane, at which everyone except Elwira was present. Howard was a generous host again. I walked both ways, but Dot drove. I met Trevor Burton in the car park and had a brief chat: he has just started acting again. There were differences over set-up with reference to Covid, but Graham handled it very well. Later we had a FaceTime with David and Chrissy, with Apollo the cat featuring quite strongly.
I am reading Middlemarch, by George Eliot. Superbly written and very funny.