2 In a letter to Martina last night, I used the phrase ‘storm in a teacup.’ She queried it – apparently, down her way, it’s ‘tempest in a teapot.’ Well, well. Never come across that one before!
3 It’s jolly windy. And (it’s now quarter to five) it’s started raining. Although when I drove home from Beccles I saw that dust was blowing off the fields, it’s been very dry since the flooding ended.
4 We were going to have fish for dinner, but we were given fish for our set-menu lunch, so I think it will go in the freezer. I’ve got some chicken, but I’m not very hungry after a two-course meal and the Sage went down the caff for shepherd’s pie, so I think I might put them both aside and cook omelettes instead. The bantams are laying well now and I’ve got at least a dozen eggs today.
5 I’ve got an almost free day tomorrow, after a meeting with the Head at 9.30. Unfortunately, housework beckons. Although the cleaners are coming next Tuesday so I’ll tidy to get ready for them rather than do much cleaning. I mean, one does have standards to keep down.