I forgot to write. I’m so sorry darlings, I didn’t neglect you intentionally. But is it worse to have forgotten you entirely?
Anyway. It all went off well yesterday – the festival continued with the photo exhibition/competition, plus cream teas in the church, plus a photo trail round the village. There was a service at 8 am and another at 5 pm. Yes, some of us were there for everything. I made the Sage come round the village with me – he was quite keen to start with but rather lost interest and, as I had to get to the church to serve teas for a couple of hours, I finished it later on my own. Dilly, who with a friend took the photos and organised the competition, marked it last night and there are 8 winners. I don’t know if the Sage and I are one of them, but fortunately the prizes donated were very generous (eg, one is a £20 voucher at my favourite café in Yagnub) and there will be enough to go round.
After the service, I went to the pub to pick up the entry forms that had been dropped in there. I stopped for a glass of wine and a chat, which was only polite. When I came out – literally as I opened the door – there were Dilly and Squiffany, come to join me. So we all had a drink and some crisps in the pub garden. It was a lovely evening, very warm. “It’ll have to be pizza tonight” I admitted. “We had spaghetti bolognese and there’s plenty of sauce left, you can have that” said Dilly. I like living next door to her. Squiffany and I had a long discussion about spiders. She was on splendid form and enjoyed her evening out with the girls. We agreed we’d like to do it more often.
Now – let’s see, nearly quarter to ten and I haven’t brushed my hair yet. It’ll take an hour or two to make myself gorgeous, and then I’ll go and do some gardening.