By 7 o’clock, we’d fed 12 people dinner and they had left – Weeza and co. had to get back for Zerlina’s bedtime. Al and Dilly took their two home for baths and bedtime too. The Sage and I looked at each other, went and cleared the table and settled down to read the papers. And that’s what we’ve done with our evening. Well, I read a book as well. I need little encouragement to lounge around doing absolutely nothing.
Yesterday and this morning had been busy, but after I’d done my stint in the church kitchen, I was free from 2 o’clock and, although I’d offered to be ready to man a stall if necessary, there were plenty of helpers. So I chatted to friends, was bought beer, bought a round of beer – John puts his prices up to allow for the rigid plastic ‘glasses’ he uses for the beer festival, but only to £2.50 per pint, so I spent the afternoon merrily quaffing, in between eating burgers (lamb and mint) and icecream (a 99). I bought books and plants, and listened to the bands. It’s a splendid wheeze, making the beer festival part of the village fete, because it means that people are happy to stay on the green rather than go home. The weather was pleasant, warm enough, though the sun only came out occasionally and we were happy to stand there. I tried sitting on the grass, but it was a bit lumpy and, unusually, I was more comfortable on my feet.
Did I mention that Ro came with them? He received a warm hug from his mummy, who hadn’t realised she misses him. Actually, his father misses him more. The Sage keeps asking wistfully if I’ve heard from the boy. However, we’ll meet again next Friday, because he’s coming to do the paperwork at the auction.