The Sage has had a very jolly birthday. All his children and grandchildren came to his party and, after lunch, he and his friends spent an hour or two looking at and talking about china, which is enough to make any auctioneer happy.
Looking at my diary, I see that we are going to another party next Saturday. This is turning out to be the most sociable year we have had for a very long time. I’m rather awkwardly aware that those to whom we ‘owe’ hospitality are not, in the main, the ones who have been here, so I’d better get going and find some free weekends to ask them over. Although it has to be said, it’s rather safer to get near the time and phone on the chance they’re free – those things planned weeks ahead can become inconvenient in the end. I don’t suppose that we’re in any way unusual, in that a free week can suddenly get booked up and the event at the end of it becomes difficult to fit in at all.
Our friend Daphne, who was unable to come today, has suggested that we have a party to celebrate the car’s 82nd birthday on 3rd August. She has known the Sage for about 60 years and remembers when he bought the car. I shall soon exhaust my pudding repertoire at this rate.
Wink has to leave very early tomorrow morning to get back for the Bod’s birthday celebrations. She says that she will not wake us – although one or other of us is usually awake very early, even if we don’t get up straight away.
There was torrential rain today, by the way. First a hailstorm, which was a bit of a surprise, and then several downpours, with a thunderstorm. Rain is traditional at this time of the year, of course, but we don’t often get hail in mid-June. Quite impressive.