Sunday

Roger's house sale is completing very soon. Their children seem to have left it very late to clear 40 years worth of household items.

I decided to go over there to get the low down. Paddy, the priest, absolutely top bloke, told me they hope to be finished in the next couple of hours. (Fat chance)

I noticed a narrow table on the lawn and asked if I may have it. Paddy was delighted. He said that I could think of his mum every time I look at it. I said I would need no reminder to remember his dad. 

Mick, another son had found letters relating to the novelist George Eliot. There's a blue plaque, on a grand Georgian house in town, commemorating her having lived there once. They will be given to the museum or Wiltshire record office.

Less interesting paperwork was deposited in our recycling. But, later, I had a rummage because I'm a nosey cow. In amongst it was childhood art work. As all four, are in their sixties, it's pretty old. Made me feel a bit sad.

We took Matt and Jo out for lunch. A thank you for looking after Hetty.

Coffees in our garden.

Beautiful weather.