We went over to see Weeza & co today, as her mother-in-law and her new beau are staying – as with LT and me, it’s lovely to know that there’s love after being widowed and I know that, if I’d died, I’d have been very glad for Russell to have found happiness again.
I’m sure Zerlina has grown again. We don’t see them so often now, so it’s even more apparent when she’s crept up on me. They’ve been looking at high schools – really, it was a choice of two and they’ve put them in order of preference, so hope now for the one they want, ready for next September. It was young Gus who really enjoyed the visit to the preferred school, especially the science labs – he loves anything science or engineering based.
Tomorrow, we have the Lowestoft auction and the china and everything else are all packed up – I have to go through the checklist in the morning, but we’re very nearly there. I had a near-meltdown moment this afternoon though. I’d bought the new toner for the printer, and the old one ran out halfway through a job. I took it out and couldn’t work out what to do next, and started to talk to the printer in a rather unfriendly way. Tim – probably very amused, though he was kind and tactful enough to hide it – came and took over, though he had a moment of not knowing which way up something went, as well.
We’d had a substantial lunch so just had omelettes for dinner. Apparently, there are only three slices of bread left and we’ll eat two for breakfast. So we’ll buy a loaf. This is quite radical for us, nowadays, bakers that we are. Well, that I am, in practice.
We took two squashes for Weeza, out of our plentiful store. Got to get it to manageable quantities somehow.