I was in bed well before midnight, too. Very boring. I read, I played games. Scored 122 in one move on iPhone Scrabble, but I can’t remember either of the words involved. I finally fell asleep some time after 4.15 and was woken three hours or so later by Radio 4 playing Boney M, which was annoying. I hate it when Radio 4 plays music in the morning, I like to wake up to the droning of voices. It was the early service, but my good friend Sybil had kindly said she’d do my sidesman duties, as I’d be going to the 11 o’clock service, so I went back to sleep for another hour. It’s a funny thing, that however much I can’t sleep at night, I always can when it would be a reasonable hour to get up. I have, at least, resolutely not had a daytime nap today, in the hope of being thoroughly exhausted tonight.
When I woke the second time, I heard Zerlina talking in her bedroom. Her father went to fetch her and I heard her cheerfully piping voice chatting to him about the rocking horse in his and Weeza’s room. I did poached eggs for breakfast, two of them new-laid this morning. The Sage went out to fetch the eggs from the nest boxes. It was a crisply frosty morning, but the sun shone and it was a beautiful day. Much more invigorating than the dreary rain we had on Friday.
Weeza and co left mid-morning, so that Zerlina could have her lunch and her nap at home and they’d get some weekend stuff done, and Wink left after lunch. She was going to call on her step-son and his wife on her way home, north of London. She hasn’t phoned yet to say she’s safely home, but we’re expecting a call in the next half-hour. Interestingly, she has also, indignantly, decided to boycott The Archers from now on. She didn’t know I’d said the same thing as she rarely has a chance to read the blog any more – she spends the day largely at the computer at work, so has given up her home Broadband as she doesn’t really want to look at a screen in the evening too. She says she’s been listening for 45 years, but this has done it for her – why, she asked dramatically, does one ‘celebrate’ 60 years of a programme by killing off the most delightful character? Why kill anyone?
Mind you, I was thinking of 45 years ago. A teenager in the mid-sixties. The Swinging Sixties. “I know,” thought Wink. “I’ll start listening to a radio soap on the Home Service.” We were rarely cutting edge, Wink and me.