I persuaded Chantal to walk with me and the dogs across the fields to the garden centre at Thurlaston on Saturday morning, where I promised to treat her to tea and a slice of cake at the café while enjoying the morning sunshine.
We sat on the café patio, drinking tea, eating cake, and watched the rain sweep towards us across the fields – since we had the dogs we had to stay outside. It wasn’t quite the reward that Chantal was expecting after the walk
On Sunday we had breakfast in bed, as we do, reading and watching the news on TV. Eat your heart out, all of you with children who demand breakfast. Not that we are totally without demands for our attention….
This morning I had an early(ish) meeting at a Sikh community meeting room, to discuss a festival that they will be holding. A large plateful of freshly baked samosas was served for “breakfast”. Well, it would have been rude to refuse one. Or two. And it did make a change from toast and marmalade.
Incidentally, you may have read about my call to Rumanian trumpeters last week. Today I was called to move on a Spanish speaking pan pipe group. The visit started badly. Well, I didn’t realise the microphone was still switched on, did I? The entire city Centre heard loudly and clearly who I was and why I was there. The group couldn’t understand what I was telling them (or so they said) and the onlookers were getting loud and vociferous with my colleague, accusing us both of being “Nazis”. There are times when it is best to just walk away, and this was one of those times, even if Phones4U did lose a sale or two.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
