My friend came for coffee and I was afraid he was going to resign – he didn’t, it’s fine. We had a straightforward discussion, that was fine too. I’m stripping away any edging round a subject – just say it nicely and it cuts out a load of waffle. The Sage popped in at one stage to say he was going out, and politely removed our coffee cups.
Later, I ate some lunch – well, of course … I had a hard-boiled egg, toast and Marmite, a banana, took Ben for a walk, went off for my meeting, which was interesting and may lead to something even more so, then another meeting when I surprised a governor – but possibly more of that considerably later – and then yet another meeting. I apologised and explained why I hadn’t done something – no edging, as I said.
When I got home, the Sage’s car wasn’t here, so I assumed he was out – but the door was unlocked. “Where’s your car?” I asked. Oh darlings, the poor Sage had such an awful time. Driving home from Lowestoft, it suddenly collapsed, the suspension having gone for a burton. He had to get the police as he was blocking the road and they called a breakdown lorry which brought him home and took away the car. It’s a write-off, my lovely old Mercedes – the roads are terrible after the bad winter which has left so many potholes and I know other people have had trouble with suspension in their cars. No harm done physically and the Sage wasn’t too upset. I suggested he have a rest and he didn’t argue however, so he must have felt quite wiped out.
Friend with hedge trimmer came to cut the privet hedge round the tennis court. No problem with nesting birds, it’s almost denuded of leaves though many are in bud. He cut, I cleared up. After a couple of hours, I was knackered, darlings. Still, the long side is done and I can clear up the short side another day. The grass is growing worryingly quickly, and where the chooks have been, the ground is very uneven. I won’t let the Sage do it with a strimmer though. I take care of him, don’t want to take risks with his health. I’d do it myself but a petrol-driven strimmer is so heavy. I don’t know.
Anyway, it’s been gorgeous weather, the warmest day of the year and I’ve really appreciated that. Just lovely to bask in sunshine.
And maybe I’ll manage an early night. I’m reading more at last, some days recently I haven’t picked up a book and I’ve concluded that’s part of my lack of settledness. I need equilibrium, and I’ll get it somehow.
Numbers for Sunday lunch are going up – great! Fourteen so far, two more to hear from. One borrowed table plus our own, that’s fine. I so love to feed lots of people, don’t you? One feels so friendly. It’s not a matter of what one cooks (I have two bringing puddings – I’ve already said I’m not proud) but being hospitable is, to be soppy, how you show love and friendliness.
Ben watched the wildlife programme this evening. When the grizzly bear came up on the screen, he went to get his own teddy bear and show it to the television. He’s such a sweet dog. Albeit quite naughty. But naughty’s not bad, innit?