went fine. A mild and brief shower, just when the high school’s wind band was entertaining us, but they played on as their sheet music started to curl and it was over in a couple of minutes – the rain that is. From then onwards, it was a fine day.
I showed Norfolk village granny credentials by strolling along, burger in one hand, pint of beer in the other, pushing Pugsley in his pushchair with a couple of leftover fingers.
Dilly and Al went to the local theatre this evening and Ro was babysitting, so we took our dinner through to keep him company and then the Sage went to do whatever Sages do on a Saturday evening while Ro and I watched a film. We took the Mac with us, as it enjoys the company. Besides, Al and Dil have been having a major springclean and their television is temporarily in their bedroom and the Mac is much bigger than a laptop, almost as easy to transport (I exaggerate) and better for two people to watch films on. Hot Fuzz. Haven’t seen it before. Chortled happily.
When we came back, Ro carrying the computer (screen and comp are all-in-one), I with the keyboard, mouse, tray of dinner plates etc, newspaper and bits and pieces, we discovered that the Sage had gone out without telling us or leaving us a key. I went and asked for the spare key. Al had it on his keyring. Al was in the bathroom. Then he couldn’t find his keys. He searched, with no useful result. Dilly glanced and found the keys. “Not her fault” I explained. “It’s what women do and men don’t.”
Being small-minded and of a teasing frame of mind, I have left the key in the locked door, so that the Sage will have to knock when he gets home. I hope that’s soon actually, as I’m quite tired. Unusual for me to think about going to bed before midnight; I don’t like to miss the best bit of the day – well, one of them – but I was up early. And will be tomorrow.