Five pots of quince jelly made and four of cotignac. Squiffany, having helped, bore her pot of jelly proudly back home. I’ll probably make more as Al still has lots of quinces in the shop – unlike in Mike’s neck of the woods, there has been a good crop here. Al says he’s never had so many brought in for him to sell.
When I put in my lens this morning, it hurt, so I took it out again, peered to make sure it wasn’t back to front, rinsed and put it in again. It still didn’t feel quite right, so I refilled the little pot I keep it in and took it with me, in case I needed to take the lens out. I forgot about it during the morning. This afternoon, cycling home, I noticed a child walking along the pavement and looked to see if I knew him and should say ‘hello’. My sight was quite fuzzy. Shutting one eye and then the other, I realised that my right eye was blurred, so I must have the lens in back to front after all, I thought. Later, I got the pot out and opened it, ready to put the lens away. There was the lens, where it must have been since I rinsed it. Just as well I hadn’t driven today.
Goodness, how I do not scintillate. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow I will entertain you with wit and charm. No, go on, it could happen.