Well. Best laid plans … would have been better if we’d done a bit more checking. We picked her up from the wilderness beyond Diss and set off to find a pub. An hour later – honestly, there were no pubs to be seen in miles! – we finally found one. And it was closed. Finally, we aimed for Diss itself, where all of one pub was open and it didn’t serve food. The Chinese takeaway was open! – and it had a restaurant!! – and it was fully booked¡¡¡ for the Chinese New Year!¡!¡ but the very nice waitress relented and said that we could have a table if we could please eat up and leave within half an hour. Which we did, and many thanks to them for a very good meal, exceptionally quickly served. And Happy Year of the Snake.
And today, to celebrate my more-or-less return to eating, we went out to lunch – I know, darlings, boundless enthusiasm for fun and jollity and ha-ha-ha-ha – and in view of the perfectly horrid weather (and that I can’t eat much) we had soup, mine was carrot and the Sage’s tomato and red pepper. And the Sage bought me tulips, which was very nice of him.
I have also seized control of life by phoning an agency and arranging for two cleaners to come and spend an afternoon here tomorrow. They don’t know what’s going to hit ’em – this is a beast of a house to keep clean, and I’ve not been equal to the effort for the last few weeks. Once it’s done, I should be able to keep it going for months again. I’ve come to the conclusion that this probably suits me better than having someone in to do a bit every week.