The day started with a phone call. Wink has a slight prang with her car a couple of weeks ago and, in the nature of such things, this has turned into a larger event than expected. The damage was repaired but now they have found an electronic fault – anyway, the garage has lent her a car. But the call was to say that the tax disc has run out, they had the new one but she needed to fetch it. From 20 miles away. And she had an appointment in the other direction.

She phoned to change the appointment and went fir the disc and then I drove her to the appointment and then to Shaftesbury. Them home for lunch and off to Ziggi’s.

I found the road, after driving past it once and then pulled in to call her to check the house – then spotted it so cancelled the call. I went up the drive and she was waiting for me. My first reaction, as we greeted each other, was how very pretty she is. Lovely as her photos are, they don’t do her full justice. She is gorgeous and looks far too young to have grown-up children.

Home-made scones awaited me, made by Daughter, which were delicious and I spent far longer than is quite. Polite. Sorry about the typos. I met cats, rabbits and horses. I excused myself for sniffing the horses. The part of me that isnt a dog is a horse, I explained.

Thanks, Ziggi. It was such a pleasure to meet you. And the point at which the three of us were all twitching away at our iPhones was an especially memorable one!

We had a relaxing day today, both being tired. The Bod wad taking his mum shopping so picked us up and took us out to lunch – a curry at Waitrose! Then we went to check out the charity shops – Joyce wanted a white jacket or blazer to go with a navy skirt she intends to wear to a wedding, but she reckoned it was hardly worthwhile to spend much on an outfit she might not wear again – she doesn’t get to too many weddings nowadays.

“I know just what I want,” she said. Now, I never have seen anything of interest in charity shops, but I know lots of people who find very good stuff in them. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when, in the second shop (Cats’ Protection League), there was a white jacket, size 14, which she tried on, liked and bought for £4.

I bought a Victor Borge CD for £1. I remember being entertained by him 40 years ago, but I’ve no idea if the humour has lasted. Still, I might as well find out.

It is not even a chain-store post. It is an apology for a post. The thing is, Wink’s lunch party went rather well. The Sage left afterwards and is now safely home. The other guests stayed for tea and supper and are now getting ready for bed in my bedroom, whilst I am sharing Wink’s bed.

So there is no opportunity to write a post at all tonight. Sorry darlings xxx