Then I had to go to Beccles because there isn’t a cobbler in town any longer and the shoes I want to wear on Saturday needed to be reheeled, and I’ll have to pick them up tomorrow. And the Sage’s phone shows the wrong number and I am past bothering to try to sort it out myself but will go to the shop and ask them to do it, but that’s another trip to Norwich. Frazzled, darlings? Just a bit. I’ve not sent out the minutes from the meeting the other night yet, nor sorted out the Meals on Wheels rota – two of my helpers are having operations and won’t be able to drive for the next couple of months. And that’s before Nadfas – Friday is another deadline because we’ve got a meeting in a fortnight. I’m all ready except I’m waiting for someone to send me their address before giving out an up-to-date list.
So, let’s say something positive…well, I did do the condition report, so that’s good. And we had our first courgettes tonight, and tiny and delicious they were. Rather late this year, but no matter. And I’ve got another picture of a partridge chick for you.
Too sweet for words. The mother didn’t mind me going close at all.
Back to work now. Hang on, the Sage offered me coffee half an hour ago – better go and check whether he forgot to make it or forgot to bring it through. Or just switched the kettle on, which is frankly the most likely.