It’s been busy. Charlotte came over yesterday because she had some documents, old letters, that she needed scanning and sending to her daughter Miriam (who lived in my annexe the year before last) who is presently in Los Angeles. Roses had invited me for supper, so the invitation was extended and we had a great evening.
Having had three awful nights, I slept soundly until quarter to eight, but then I dealt with something yesterday and that’s always a relief to the unconscious mind.
Today, I left Charlotte in charge (my spare keys must be with Roses, I’ll fetch them some time) I went to meet Weeza and co at a car showroom in Norwich. They thought they were just going to have a test drive and see if they liked the model of car as much as they thought they would, but they did and the car had such a low mileage and was such good value that they ended up buying it. I had money that could be paid over instantly and they didn’t, so I was in the Bank of Mum position until they’ve sorted things out in a month or two.
I cannot agree with those who complain about how we’re dominated by our smartphones and the internet generally. I use mine to the full at any time of the day, but that’s my choice. I can switch off and turn away and so can most of us. As it was, I sat there transferring quite a lot of money from an Isa (which pays sod all in interest) into my current account and then straight out again to pay for the car. We were there three hours in all (but I drove Phil to the station in the middle of the proceedings) but at the end of it they had sold their old car, bought one that is over 3 years old but has 13,000 miles on the clock and were ready for a late lunch.
Then I brought Zerlina home, via the Co-op and we’ve eaten pizza and fruit and ice cream. She has also eaten cheese and yoghurt. She watched a number of episodes of Dora the Explorer – I’ve no idea how many, I was busy and didn’t take much notice of the annoying little girl* – until bed time.
There’s a nice new tortoise-fancier group on Facebook, led by Zoë (she blogged as Pandora, her boyfriend in Belgium was The Twat) and it’s very friendly and jolly. I’m making yet more friends.
Clocks go forward tonight. I hate the changeover. One of the reasons I really hoped that Scotland would vote to break away was so that we could abandon Greenwich Mean Time altogether and go for Summer Time all year round. Sadly – and I love Scotland and the Scots, it’s nothing personal – the tail is still wagging the dog.
Tomorrow, we’re going to decorate eggs. At z’s school, they used hard boiled eggs, but that means you have to destroy your decoration or waste the egg, which will eventually have to be thrown away. I’m going to show her how to blow eggs. Then we’ll use the insides to make a cake in my new Kenwood.
*Dora, that is