I’m sitting here, glass of Cava at my wrist (that sounds odd, but it is – if it were at my elbow I’d be much more likely to knock it over), waiting for our guest to arrive.
I rather thought she’d be here by now, but it’s all right, dinner isn’t ready yet. She drove up from Kent – from where she lives it is a Good three hours – to see a friend and is staying with us overnight. I have prepared a simple meal, game soup, roast chicken and pineapple and I will stick with the Cava myself, though a glass of sherry wouldn’t go amiss with the soup as there is already some in it.
Ooh, she’s arrived. more later.
An odd thing happened today when I was on my way to Norwich. The way there is on a B road, quite winding in places, that goes through several villages. I was waiting at a roundabout when I heard a hoot behind me and saw a very large lorry angled as if to pass me. There was not room for two vehicles side by side and, as the side roads are small ones, I knew he must be taking the Norwich road and ignored him. Later, as we were going along in a 30mph limit, I noticed he had forgotten to cancel his indicator.
As we were getting near the end of the village, behind two slow-moving cars, he hooted again and started to move out. I could see cars approaching and there was not room for him to pass us all and, frankly, I didn’t want to let him in, so I edged slightly closer to the car in front. I looked in my mirror and saw that he had stopped. He hadn’t pulled in to the side of the road and no cars could get past him. I kept glancing back, eventually he started again slowly, then must have speeded up.
As I got on the approach road to Norwich I was stopped by traffic lights. He pulled up beside me, signalling to turn off to Great Yarmouth. As I glanced at him, he looked at me and rubbed his hands together.
Why? I was bemused and unsettled. When he started all this, I wondered if he was trying to warn me that there was something wrong with his car. Then, I thought he might be having trouble with his lorry. But it was evidently neither. So, ?.
Actually, as I write, one thought has occurred to me. It might have been nothing to do with me at all. it might have been a really annoying driver behind him who was trying to overtake dangerously and whom he was preventing from doing so. I rather hope so as otherwise he was creepy.
Oh. That turned into a bit of a non-story, didn’t it. After midnight now, too late to start again.
By the way, Lynn has put up the report on the sale on our website. Well, so she says although it hasn’t actually appeared yet. However, it should be there by the morning I hope. Under ‘Journal.’ I write it in the Sage’s name, but it is all ME. As you’d expect – though it is done in rather more formal and polite style than this is.