1 I’ve sent back my firearms licences, chiz chiz. I no longer feel Ramboesque. However, I have yet to decide whether to sell them all, it rather depends on the valuation on one of them. I find that I can be bought – or my Purdey can, at a price.
2 Dave has finished mending the wall at the bottom of the drive, knocked over some years ago by an oil tanker – that’s a motor vehicle, not a ship. He’s also mended the low wall by the lawn.
3 Wince, my gardener, has cut back the shrubbery to the extent that I don’t really have a shrubbery any longer. That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but it’ll all grow back if I want it to. I’m pretty relaxed about it.
4 Graham came to pick up my car for its pre-winter service this morning and brought it back this afternoon. There is no charge. I cried at the kindness. Too sentimental for words, I am.
5 I know that I didn’t buy one of the lots sold last night, because I know who did. It was the most expensive, but also the one I liked most. But no matter. It’s a few hundred pounds saved.