I visited a friend in Norwich this morning for coffee, with two others – we all used to be on the same committee and miss our get-togethers. Then, dropping my clarinet off on the way for a service, I went and had lunch with Weeza and Zerlina.
It looks as though the whole family will turn up again, first for the village festival on Saturday week and then for our party a fortnight later. We have invited five other people so far, must crack on and ask more.
I used to find it the most difficult thing, inviting people round. The Sage had to do the job. I was so insecure, I was quite sure that no one would really want to come and I’d have the embarrassment of listening to them make an excuse or saying that awfully false “oh, how lovely.” I’m not sure where that insecurity came from or where it went, but it has gone. Not that I do assume that everyone is desperate to come and spend time with me, but I am not afraid to ask. Or, when I am, I do it anyway.
The Sage has had a bonfire of the brambles that were removed from the hedges a week or two ago. A strong whiff of smoke hangs about him. I like the smell of a bonfire as much as anyone, but I’m glad he will have a bath before bedtime tonight.