The Sage would bankrupt himself within days if not for me. Fortunately – well, I suppose – the eBay account is in my name and goes through my email, because that was how I discovered that he’d accidentally left a bid of £67,999 rather than £67.99 because he doesn’t know the difference between a full stop and a comma.
Yes, it has been fully and frankly discussed. Yes, thank you eBay, I have been able to retract the bid (which had gone up to nearly £200 by then, so I might feel morally obliged to not disappoint the vendors by putting in another bid to bring it up to that…but not tonight, I’m too cross) and the Sage has promised to be more careful in future, and get me to do his bidding. Which I get so bored with, mind you. No, things are not totally harmonious in the Zedary. It’ll blow over, of course, it was a mistake and anyone can make mistakes, hey?
Sixty-eight thousand pounds for a wrap-around vesta though. Bli me. Though £200 is beyond common sense too.
The day had been spent charmingly, with Dilly and Hay, and then at the church watching the Nativity play. Anyone who can resist the Christmas story has to be tired of life. You don’t have to believe it’s more than an allegory* to be touched and moved by it, especially when enacted by children. Two girls sang a duet at the Annunciation, while two other girls played the acting parts of Mary and the angel Gabriel. Their voices were beautiful, they are ten years old at most but sang clear and true.
The final part of the drive is under way at last. The area outside Al and Dilly’s gate has been scraped down to leave room for gravel, which was then applied and there really is not much more to do, Another few loads of gravel, once other areas have been scraped free of weeds and levelled, and we’ll finally be done. And then we can move on to the next job. I’d say it’s like the Firth of Forth bridge, but they completed the painting of that. We will never finish here.
*I have no wish to involve religious, political or other views here, darlings