Things would have been simpler if Big Pinkie hadn’t got out this morning. A neighbour phoned to tell us, but the Sage was quite sure it was a cow from another field, not ours. I’d just gone upstairs to wash my hair – I’d actually got the tap running when he called up the stairs and so went to help get her back. She is very friendly and will follow you anywhere for an apple or two, so it wasn’t too hard.
Everyone was very sociable and chatty and the weather was glorious, so we were able to have lunch outside. Afterwards, almost everyone went for a ride in the car, the Sage driving each of us in turn round the village. The car behaved beautifully.
I knew I would cook too much food. Despite the valiant efforts of Ro, who took several containersful, there’s enough left for several meals. No puddings though. There was a little left after the meal, but it all vanished at some point except for a small quantity of cheesecake, which the Sage and Daphne, his childhood friend who is staying with us, polished off tonight.
I must go to bed. Oh, hang on – Mike, our friends whom you stayed with at the farm down the road were among the party guests. I told Bobbie the name of the blog. So she might call in at some time.