I spent the day with Weeza again. It was the same when she was expecting Zerlina, she was glad of maternal support. Last time it was her first baby, this time she has a nearly-three-year-old (and the childminder on holiday) to look after. This morning, Zerlina and I made cupcakes. Yes, I know that I normally say fairy cakes, in the proper, traditional manner, but they were made using a Hummingbird recipe, so I will call it what the shopkeeper calls it, because that’s only fair. Admittedly, we only made half the given quantity of icing. The big thing about the cupcake fad is the quantity of icing. More than cake. Huge. Tasty, but too much.
It all went very well and we each ate a cupcake after lunch. Then Zerlina went for her nap, but she was too cheerful to sleep and she sang and talked to herself for nearly an hour. Weeza gave her an early supper and I trust there were not tears before bedtime from anyone.
I offered to have Zerlina to stay, but I hadn’t really thought it through. The childminder returned from holiday today, and z is due to go to her tomorrow and Wednesday. Those were the nights I’d meant to offer; I’m busy on Thursday.
In the garden, I noticed ripe figs dangling over Weeza’s neighbour’s fence over the footpath that separates their two gardens. I mentioned them. Weeza said that she had left them the first year and they had dropped, unpicked. Since, she has rescued them. We saved seven figs and I brought two of them home. Well, *home* – they didn’t last the journey, I’m afraid. The Sage is not fond of figs, though I suspect it is only because he expects the hard seeds of the imported sort. He did go out to check our fig tree and found that none was ripe, but eleven of his apples were. He was very pleased.
I received several emails during the day = that is, several that counted as letters, so are very welcome. I have to reply to the business ones tonight, but others will be answered, with much pleasure. Thank you.