I had a meeting in Norwich this morning, and in the afternoon the Sage had an appointment in Wildest Suffolk and I went with him for the pleasure of his company. Apart from the fact that the people we went to see got it in their heads that I was his daughter, they having spoken to El on the phone last week, all went well. After trying to explain a couple of times, we accepted the situation and went along with it – though not to the extent of calling my husband “Dad”.
We came home by the scenic route, and very lovely it was. My unscheduled taxi ride through Essex last month showed me some delightful villages, and so there are in Suffolk too. Lots of old cottages, sympathetically looked after without being too neatened up, with trees and hedgerows around the fields. It was a pleasure.
It’s getting a bit nippy though.
Only a week ago I was saying complacently that I had caught up with most of my work. I’ve fallen behind again now, and I’ll be out every day for the rest of the week. There won’t be much time for blogging, I don’t think. Unless I get up early, of course.