Well that’s what is seems like but no doubt a blizzard will arrive fairly soon. I have shed a layer and even turned the heating off in the office. And yesterday we took the chairs out of the barn and sat outside with our morning tea. It reminded me of my grandmother Nanny Hebditch who always wrote in her letters to us ‘we sat out today’. Surprisingly enough the postman, who is in shorts for the whole of the summer and autumn, is still in long trousers.
Andrew Watt, who was in my form at Sidcot School, rang up with the dreaded words ‘school reunion’. It seems we have managed to survive for another ten years and are called to go and have lunch at the New Inn in Priddy on April 7th. I am not at all convinced about these occasions but did enjoy the last one. Strangly all the girls looked just the same, older clearly but recognisable. I hadn’t a clue who most of the boys were, they looked totally different which turned out to be somewhat embarrasing. Since then one of our little gang – Ali, Penny, Gill, me and Cabbi has died. Why Cabbi should be the one who died early beats me as she did all sorts of fantastic work with the Bengali community in Spitalfields and got some very good obituaries in the national papers about her amazingly productive life.
If any of you alpaca owners out there are looking for black girls, we will have three for sale in a couple of weeks. Email for details.