2 And was in Norwich by 7.30 and on the way to London. We had a really easy run and arrived on schedule, although apparently there was a burst water main in Piccadilly. We saw no sight of anything amiss.
3 The exhibition was jolly good and bigger than we’d expected. A lot of Manet’s paintings that I knew nothing about and some that I did. I hadn’t realised that he was only 51 when he died.
4 I had a Roquefort, celery and wild mushroom tart for lunch. It was very good. I had a pistachio-topped and strawberry-purée filled cake for tea, which was rather richer than I expected. I coped manfully.
5 I was in cheery and expansive mood and trotted over to Fortnums and bought presents for the children and the Sage. Food ones. Well, food and drink (tea).
6 It’s been a busy day and five isn’t enough.
7 One of our party didn’t feel very well and the RA staff looked after her and altered her ticket to another day, as she wasn’t able to cope with the exhibition. Unfortunately, she was extremely sick on the way home. Most unfortunately, she was in the seat behind me and my friend Angy. It was worse for her travelling companion, of course. I trust it was nothing catching.
8 Usually, the Sage would have cooked my supper. I phone ahead so he knows how to time it. But we were a bit late, so I said he shouldn’t wait. I cooked myself an omelette when I got home.
9 There was a frost last night when I walked the dog, but none this morning. But the sun didn’t shine all day – or rather, it did but it was hidden by clouds.
10 Our friends whose wedding reception was held on our field last summer have asked if we could look after their puppy Rupert in August when they go on holiday. We’ve said yes. This could turn into a nice little business – totally non-lucrative of course, as we wouldn’t charge them.