Weeza and I arranged to meet at the Chapelfield shopping mall – she would drive there after dropping Zerlina at school and I sent her a text at five to nine to say I was leaving home. I parked, carefully noted where I was (there are four ‘out’ doors from the ‘down’ escalator, so you have to know which one you went in by) and headed for the escalator – and Weeza and Gus were just getting on it. So I speeded up and followed them. Gus turned round as they neared the top – “Hello, Granny,” and his face lit up.
It was one of those good shopping days. Weeza took four dresses into the fitting room, they all fitted well and one of them was liked best by both of us. She thought it was almost too lucky, so we started looking again, then she decided that she really liked it and that was the one to buy. We went into three shoe shops in all, but the pair she tried on in shop number two was the one she liked best and so we went back for it. And we went into another shop for some bits and pieces for Zerlina. After that, we went to John Lewis to investigate ovens and so on, as they’re planning to have a new kitchen in the autumn.
Gus was delightful throughout, quite happy to potter about between the rows, never too far away and we were all able to keep an eye on each other. Weeza needed to pay a cheque in at the bank, then I wanted fruit and veg from the market and bought some for them too. I have cherries, flat peaches, strawberries, asparagus, mushrooms and peas. I have just been podding the peas (and eating a number of them, of course) and am very happy at the thought of the lovely food I’ll eat tonight. I also have some samphire, so no artichoke tonight.
Gus was also delightful at the Italian restaurant where Weeza treated me to lunch. As we neared the end of our meal, the woman sitting with her husband at the next table complimented her on Gus’s behaviour. “He’s a credit to you,” she said. They have four children, so she reckoned she knew what she was talking about. They were celebrating their 26th wedding anniversary.
Other than the fruit and veg, and elevenses, I didn’t buy anything, though I popped into the Apple store to look at computers. This one is coming up to seven years old and I fancy an update.
When I arrived home, I found a letter from my solicitor. Probate has been granted on Russell’s estate, which means that I can transfer property, shares etc into my name. I signed the papers back in mid-April and have tried to put it out of my mind. It’s a good thing, of course, there are various things that are in limbo and can soon be dealt with. Russell and I mostly kept ownership of things separate, largely to simplify our tax affairs, so it’s going to feel quite strange.
Now getting on for 7 o’clock, dinner is cooking, or some of it, as I write. Just the stuff I bought – I’m cooking the mushrooms in wine and cream and I’ve grated some parmesan to go on the asparagus, but otherwise it’s simply fruit and vegetables. Unless I decide to have an egg.
That reminds me – I think I’ve mentioned a couple of times that a she-cat is living in the field and has had at least two litters of kittens. There is also a tabby tom that is presumably the father, he’s beat up Roses’ Rummy, a neutered tom, several times. It’s the black with white paws female who killed the grass snake the other day. She used to be very wary and I rarely caught more than a glimpse of her, then she started to lose her fear of me and we just looked at each other. Now, she bares her teeth and spits. When I was putting the chickens away this evening, she came back to snarl at me several times and I waved my stick (the chicken-herding crook) at her and, in the end, shouted. Bloody animal. She’s on borrowed time if this carries on. The tom was there too, the last time I shooed her away. A lot of feral cats around is not going to happen. As you all know, I’m sweet and totes adorbs (ahem) nearly all the time, but I’m quite forthright when I’ve had enough, and then I sort things out.