Can’t remember the last time I blew up a balloon. Well, I have done four this evening in preparation for tomorrow’s coffee morning in aid of Macmillan Cancer Care, and shall put them out in the morning together with the bunting that comes with the Macmillan pack. We have been baking like mad for the past week, so hope our efforts will be appreciated - and lucrative. At least one of our guests tomorrow has benefited from Macmillan’s efforts.
Meanwhile, the landscapers have been busy: the front and side garden is suddenly much bigger than we thought, and we have the beginnings of a box hedge that continues round the perimeter from where I started it some years ago. It may even need clipping in my lifetime.
Though Miss has officially retired, the art group has decided to continue to meet on Thursday mornings, and we did so this morning. Martyn has joined our happy band, and was not too reluctantly cajoled into becoming our treasurer. It helps to have a retired accounting lecturer on the strength, eh?
Oh, I forgot to mention something when I scribbled about our last outing to Birling gap and Beachy Head. Most days here at Forges-l’Evêque we hear a Spitfire flying over at intervals. Converted late in the war into a two-seat trainer, and now powered by a Rolls-Royce Merlin salvaged from a Mosquito, it evidently belongs to some joker who offers flights out of Biggin Hill at close on £3000 a pop. Anyway, when we were at Birling Gap, there it was, swooping back and forth along the white cliffs. Good fun, no doubt.
Couple of days at the hobby, lately, plus the AGM of the local hobby club. Non-members like me were also invited, attracted by a visit to the Sikh temple in Gravesend. Fascinating. Which is more than can be said of the ensuing AGM, alas.
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