I went to hear a lecture this morning, in the usual monthly way – and it was absolutely brilliant, by the way. I’m not sure what our frightfully nice members thought of her clumpy shoes, baggy jeans and rugby shirt: I knew what to expect as I’d met her before, and in any case they were certainly won over by the learned yet brilliantly funny lecture.
Anyway, before it started, the technician whom I had not yet met came to introduce herself. “You are,” she started cautiously, “the one who stands on the stage jabbering away* and thanking the lecturer?”. I admitted it and looked a little downcast. “Oh no, it’s good” she explained. “It makes it all seem not so highbrow and I can make some sense of it.”
Oh heck, the child doesn’t even know me and she feels able to say this. I hope this is a good thing. I can feel myself starting to be a caricature of myself and it’s a little frightening.
The Sage left at larkfart to catch the London train, so I was in no great hurry to come home. Depressingly, I couldn’t be bothered to go round the Norwich shops and shopped at a different supermarket instead. I say depressingly, because shopping for basic foodstuffs is surely nothing of a treat at all. I usually go to local shops and, for a trolleyful, the local Co-op, but this time I went to Waitrose!!(!). One always buys frightfully nice stuff in Waitrose, I find, because it would be just too embarrassing to come out bearing packets of poptarts or cheezy wotsits. Not that I buy such things anyway, of course…
On the way home, I called in to pick up some fruit from Al. He has bought some attractive baskets to put the produce in, instead of the plastic ones he used to have. “They’ve been there for ages, haven’t you noticed?” he said airily. I reminded him that I’d been away for ten days. He’d sort of forgotten. He spent last Sunday painting the woodwork at the front of the shop – it can only be done on a Sunday of course, so he has to do it himself. This means he loses his only complete day off of the week, but there’s no help for that. The masonry needs to be painted as well, and this will be quite a big job. Not that it’s a big shop, but it’s detached and so there are three sides to do.
Woo-hoo, my darling has just arrived home. I must go and prepare to be kissed.
*I can’t remember exactly what she said but, startlingly enough, it was something very like this