I took Charlotte over to Beccles after lunch to meet a friend, with whom she will stay in Lowestoft for a few days and the Sage and I have had a quiet evening. I’ve been watching a DVD and he’s been watching eBay. It’s been a splendidly different week, I said to her that it was the ideal week for her to come as, rarely, I didn’t have to work in the evenings. Since I also have had some days out and so on, it feels as if I’ve had a holiday.
And that’s made me think about holidays, and I’ve a suspicion I probably won’t have one this year because there will be more lovely things going on here. If I get to the stage of feeling impulsive, I might have a couple of days in London or somewhere, but no more.
And that reminds, me, I must book train tickets for a couple of visits to London. The first one will be to see my friend Lynn. She is having a book of poetry published and has invited me to the launch. I thought, how jolly. I haven’t seen her for ages and would love to. Then we’ll be going to an auction – that is, the Sage will. I shall go with him to view it a couple of days beforehand, but I shan’t go to the sale itself.
I should get round to reading blogs again over the weekend. Sorry I’ve not been about much.