It was young Pugsley’s ninth birthday at the end of last month and I’d still not given him his present.  I’d had it in time, but we hadn’t managed to get together.  We’re a bit casual about birthdays, it has to be said, and think nothing about celebrating several times or hardly at all, and presents are sometimes given weeks after the event.  Anyway, I phoned his father to ask if it might be convenient to drop it in?  In the event, they came over here and we went into Yagnub for the food festival.  I drove the children in and Al and Dilly walked.  I’ve been carrying heavy things recently and I mustn’t do it again, my hip isn’t up to it and I couldn’t face the thought of a mile and a half walk each way.

It was a lovely festival and I bought absurd amounts of food – though it’ll keep and it’s all locally produced and great quality.  I had bread, cheese and pickles for supper, along with some of the last tomatoes from the greenhouse.  The outdoor ones have finished.  The family bought food too – good to know that they are almost as obsessed as I am.

Later, I went to the Harvest Festival, where there were various activities for the children, followed by a church service.  The weather was perfect, warm and sunny, so lots of people came and it was all good fun.  And this evening, I’ve had a long chat with my sister and a shorter one with my daughter, so it’s been a good day.

I thought I was going to have an early night, but it’s already after 11 o’clock and I’ve still got things to do.  No matter.  I don’t need an early start in the morning.