Whenever Dilly or the children, all of whom are in contact with school and pre-school children, catch something, Al gets it too, only worse. Since we all caught a nasty infection back in the spring, he’s caught anything going and gets it worse than anyone else. Today, he was scheduled to be home with the children anyway until 4 o’clockish and he took a duvet on to the sofa and let Squiffany look after him and her little brother.
“Daddy’s got a bug” I said. Pugsley, who has discovered the joy of language and being cheeky with it, said “Daddy’s got a spider. Daddy’s got a scary spider. Daddy’s got a fly, yuck. Daddy’s got a big black beetle. Daddy’s got a wiggly worm. Daddy’s got a creepy crawly”.
I blame his father. He always did have a way with words.
I offered to go in and take over the shop from Tim, and Al must have been feeling rotten, as he agreed. I had a meeting in Norwich first, so I did a bit of shopping before I came home (clothes! Little clothes in yet a smaller size!), heated up some minestrone for lunch – yes, there’s still a good quart left – and cycled in to the shop. Lovely Tim took in the notice boards and the pumpkins to save me time later.
D’you know – Al is selling 19 different varieties of apples in the shop at present, all of them not only English but grown in Norfolk or Yagnub. He’s also selling 3 or 4 varieties of English pears. I think that’s pretty damn good.
A friendly customer stayed chatting until nearly half past 5 and it was 6.30 by the time I arrived home, then took the takings and the list for tomorrow through to Al, had my offer to open up tomorrow accepted, came indoors, answered a comment on the other blog, printed off various papers and left for the next meeting. I got home half an hour ago to find that the Sage had cooked dinner for me.
Apart from writing up notes from tonight’s meeting, sending a couple of emails and getting ready for tomorrow afternoon’s meeting (a third committee, none of them connected with another), I shall relax for the rest of the evening. Unless there is something in the newspaper to annoy me.
Oh, by the way, the reason I find all available background colours too bright has just occurred to me. Macs are bright. It’s a deliberate ploy to impress potential customers.