A windy day. Someone remarked this afternoon that it hasn’t been a very windy winter, and I think that’s been so. It was sunny today though, and I thought I’d cycle into town until I went outside. I changed my mind. I know, very wimpish.
Al was going to do a Health & Safety check round the village school, so I went into the shop for a couple of hours or so. The price of bananas has rocketed since I was last serving there. I suppose it’s the dollar/pound rate. Cucumbers and cauliflowers have come well down though and are back to the price they cost at the beginning of the year.
The Sage gave me a lift in, and this was the first time I’d been in his new van. I asked more about it – I knew that he’d taken it on to help Mike out, as he’d got it for his wife to take the dogs out in, but she hadn’t liked it. There is slightly more to it than that though as I discovered today – Mike took the Sage’s old car in exchange, and no money changed hands. Both were extremely satisfied with the deal – indeed, the Sage insisted on giving Dilly, whose car his had originally been, an extra £100 as he felt that, three or four years ago, he hadn’t really given her enough. She didn’t want to take it but the Sage wouldn’t take a refusal, so she and Al bought a lot of plants for their garden. So everybody was happy.
Oh, and Al found a fire door that had been painted over. So that was useful. Mind you, the school has loads of doors and if one painted over hadn’t been noticed for a while, it just showed it wasn’t ever used. But he has displayed Keen Observation. A new school is being built at present, which will be ready by the end of the year, so it’s not worth spending any money on the present building, unless for anything absolutely vital, but I suspect that unsticking doors comes in that category. Maybe a school governor with a Stanley knife?