The Sage phoned to say he’d arrived safely with Wink after a very easy journey. He’s taken to driving the South side of the M25, it’s only about 5 miles further and, he finds, much less busy. I phoned back later to see if they’d watched Antiques Roadshow, as there were a couple of items he’d have been very interested in – but they’d gone to the village pub for dinner and had missed it. I’ll have to see if it’s repeated. Annoyingly, the paper doesn’t give repeats – that is, it would be really useful if it said every time a programme is on, because a few are repeated more than once.. I suppose it’s on iPlayer otherwise, he’ll see it one way or another.
This morning, church was lovely because a friend came along – we hadn’t lost touch, but she and her husband (from whom she separated about a year ago) used to be part of our congregation for several years until they started going to another church where there were more children, for their own two’s sake. She is a lovely girl, young enough to be my daughter of course, but we are very fond of each other and I do hope she’ll come again sometimes. It just feels right for her to be there.
Tonight, depressingly enough, I broke a tooth. I wasn’t doing anything, just eating a piece of apple. It’s a back tooth. I’ll phone the dentist in the morning. I think he can fill rather than crown it – let’s hope so, that’d be at least half an iPad-worth.
For some years, I judged the cost of things by their value in Lowestoft china – “that’s only a cracked teabowl” or “that’s a decent teapot.’ The cost of the Sage’s vestas is too variable, they could cost a few pounds or quite a lot. He had left a bid on one for tonight and, when I got an email to say he’d been outbid, I rang to ask if he wanted me to bid again. He said not. Don’t know why, it was less than half a crown.