The funeral was a warm and affectionate send-off to a dear man, whom I didn’t know well (the Sage knew him and his wife much better) but I liked very much. He used to come to our auction viewings and, whilst his wife looked at the china, he drew sketches of people, to their amusement and pleasure. We will miss him.
And so, I have seen Mike’s shed, complete with forge and anvil. And his cellar! I’m really jealous of his cellar. Thank you so much, Mike and Ann, for your hospitality and I hope we can return it soon.
The Sage and I had intended to go out for dinner last night, but it didn’t quite happen so we went tonight instead. This is a very rare occurrence. We went to a local pub – not the one in the village, they don’t do evening meals, but in the next village across the marshes (not that we went that way, we drove instead).
Only problem is, I’m always the designated driver nowadays. Hmm. I’m having my glass of wine now instead.