I went to the Sage and gave him a lingering kiss. “Thank you!” he said. “You don’t say thank you for a snog,” I reminded him. “Ah” he remembered, “Ro is away.” “Yup. That’s why I’m snogging you in the kitchen” I explained.
Ro has gone to the latitude festival. That means it’ll probably rain most of the weekend. I had a chat with him last night. “You will go and watch Okkervil River, won’t you?” I reminded him (that’s them, right next to Blondie on the right side of the line up page – on the link, darlings, not this page. “Yes, I will, if I can” he replied patiently. “If there’s a signing tent, you’ve got to queue up,” I insisted. “Er” he said. “No, you must. Tell them your mother is a fan. They’ll be mortified, but it’ll be worth it to see their faces.”
The Aga is to be serviced tomorrow, so we’ll turn it off tonight. “Will you be in?” asked the Sage. I said I would. Noon is about the time he’ll be going to see our Antiques Roadshow chum, who will be on his way back to Stansted. They’ve been filming this week at Oxburgh Hall. Chris, our chum, was a bit put out today. Someone brought in a rather impressive L’toft egg cup which is pretty valuable, but he didn’t know that. He thought it was Caughley (another factory of the same period, but not as good) and so was very pleased to hear the news. What annoyed Chris, however, was that he was unwilling to be filmed. Apparently, he’s an antique dealer and he’d bought the egg cup for £1 from someone living in the same village. Since he must have known it was worth considerably more, he came along to the Roadshow for a free valuation without the trade-off of being filmed if it was interesting. Anyway, I’m sorry to miss seeing Chris, who is a good chum, but it’ll save him three quarters of an hour’s driving if the Sage goes and meets him in a village by the main road rather than making him call here – though, being a polite and friendly sort of chappie, he would do that for the pleasure of seeing one or both of us. He lives several hundred miles away, so we don’t meet often.