Ro is home. It took him a few minutes to sort out the internet connection. He thinks the booster thingy froze when the BT connection went off and then reset itself when it came back on. The Sage is very happy.
I spent a couple of hours shopping in Norwich this afternoon. I really didn’t enjoy it. Buying necessary but dull clothes is not my favourite way of spending my time or my money. However, it’s done now and all sorted. But my goodness, Marks and Spencer is a dull shop*. “Would you like to apply for a charge card?” asked the assistant. “I used to have one,” I admitted, “but I used it so little that they took it away.”
As usual, I have plied Ro with much good food and wine. Not, I reminded him, to tempt him to move back home, just to show what he is missing. However, he has discovered, in a phone call to Weeza, that she has him lined up to help in the Great Clear Up tomorrow. He has some reservations about that.
Actually the Luck of Z has struck yet again. A friend phoned this morning and, after she’d explained what she was ringing about and we’d sorted it out, she mentioned that she’s putting things together for a big jumble sale in a nearby town in a couple of months. “Books and stuff?” I said hopefully. She will be glad of anything.
Oh, dear girl, she doesn’t know what she’s let herself in for. If Weeza has her way, half the contents of this house will transfer, in boxfuls, to hers.
* I don’t blame M&S specifically for this – I think all chain stores are dull and annoying. Rows of almost identical clothes and when you finally find something you like, it’s there in every size but the one you want.