It was the village fete yesterday. I slipped up and found myself having agreed to run a stall. It was the book stall and I removed several hundred books that I can do without from my shelves, loaded up the car and headed off. I hadn’t quite thought through the fact that a fair foo, as we say in Norfolk, would be unsold and I’d have to bring them back – some of them aren’t even mine. There’s a second hand bookshop in Yagnub, I’ll see if they will take them.
I was in bed when I got an email from Weeza. Her friend M is a painter and decorator and general DIY queen and the people she’s currently working for will probably be selling up sometime next year. The location ticks my boxes and Weeza wonders whether M should ask about us getting in touch? I said a cautious yes. Today, still feeling cautious but determined, I headed off that way to check the place out.
I couldn’t get right to the house, but saw where it is, and its location is certainly great. It’s widened my potential area a bit, actually – I’m a bit hazy about the geography of mid Norfolk, but it’s a lovely part of the River Bure and this house has river frontage – not sure if it has a mooring. Food for thought anyway and it should keep me focussed. Weeza is very keen for me to leave here, she feels I need a new start and she is probably right.
Afterwards, I started to drive home and then changed my mind and went to Wroxhamam Baarns, to practise doing the retired old lady thing. Indeed, I shopped. There are various little shops there of the more-or-less craft sort, and I went into the little jeweller. I had a few things in mind: I’m on the lookout for a ring (but I think I’ll get that at the Goldsmiths’ Fair in London in the autumn), I want something to go with my emerald ring (I know, darlings) and I have a fake pearl necklace that is so heavy it keeps dropping off, it having a magnetic catch. I also have a real pearl necklace that has needed restringing for so long that I doubt I’ll ever get it done. So today, I bought a freshwater pearl necklace – is wearing pearls a sign of age? Does it matter? Do I care? Did I buy it because it was less than £40, it cheered a nice woman who mostly has people go in, look around and go out again, and I liked it? Add yes and no at your leisure, darlings.
Afterwards, I bought an ice cream – sitting with a solitary pot of tea and cake was just a bit grown up for purposeful Z – and then browsed the little plant centre. I bought two thymes and a French tarragon plant. I’d bought some plants at the festival yesterday and I’ve put them all to soak, ready to plant out tomorrow.
I’m not at all ready to have time on my hands, but I need to work on this. I had a nice time but have felt unsettled ever since. It’s not a matter of guilt – I certainly don’t believe I should always be working – but maybe letting go has something to do with it.
When I got home and had watered the greenhouse and the new plants, I shut the bantams up and fed the cat. I’d had an early lunch – brunch, you could say, bacon and eggs at about 11.30 and just the ice cream since, so I cooked the last duck breast with a red pepper and a bunch of spring onions, the duck slashed and spread with wholegrain mustard and Blue Witch’s honey (her bees’, technically). Eating early makes for a long evening, but it’s supposed to be good for the digestion. I dunno. Nothing wrong with my digestion anyway.
Time for some coffee now, I think. 8 o’clock and I should stay awake for a while.