2 The phone keeps ringing and it’s for the Sage every time, though I’m nearest and have been the one to answer. I’m really not very fond of the telephone. The Sage loves it though. He’s just been Skyping a friend in New Zealand and now is on the phone to Sheila in Atlanta, Georgia. There’s a drought in New Zealand.
3 I put the pictures of Ben onto Facebook and Andy was very pleased to see them. He really misses his dog.
4 Norfolk and Suffolk have had a month’s worth of rain in 24 hours, according to the local paper. And a few inches of snow. I drove to Norwich today and passed a car upside-down in a (dryish) ditch. The owner of the sheep just phoned: he rescued them from their huddled position in their shelter, to which the water was rapidly rising. They’ll be fine now, that field will never flood. Well, the whole village would have to be under water. Though I’m not entirely sure that is out of the question. And it’s cold – when I left the car park in Norwich today, a Renault Megane that had, like my car, been parked for four or five hours had icicles hanging from its back bumper.
5 The school play this term is Twelfth Night. It’s to be a musical, in modern dress (but Shakespeare’s words) and the music is from the early 1980s. I’m sure it will be splendid and I’ll love it.