Three lunches with family and friends, a funeral, a wedding, a German conversation group meeting, hours waiting around at the motor trade and a Covid booster jab.
On Monday I’d to travel to the next county for my Covid booster, which was administered promptly and painlessly. The following day, as predicted, I’d a sore arm and felt pretty lousy, so it was as well I was kept busy. Four of us met here to chat in German. Our practice is for the hosting of the meeting to circulate, and for the host to propose a text to prime the pump. Coincidentally, my Bern Facebook friend Matthias had posted an article from the Swiss Cystic Fibrosis journal about his participation in a trial of a medication that has transformed his life, so that made for happy reading and a good discussion.
Straight after that we were off to lunch with Claire and Richard at a nearby hostelry which I won’t be using again in a hurry: we both found the meal a bit testing at the time and more so afterwards. Great to catch up with old friends, though.
Lunch out next day at Chris and Jon’s: I took a disused washing up bowl full of plants: Chris is replanning their garden, and I’m rarely short of cuttings and seedlings to exchange with friends. Super lunch in great company.
On Thursday I spent a couple of hours at the garage, being assailed by Greatest Hits Radio while the grease monkeys tried to find out why the cruise control wasn’t working on the car. Three test drives later, they found that re-initialising various computers solved the problem. It also brought into service quite a lot of functions that were not working when we took delivery, eg automatic unlocking as you approach the car, and confirmatory flashes when the car is locked and unlocked. By the time they’d finished I was starting to get quite stressed and ratty, so I guess my customer card is filed under ‘awkward’. But the cruise control now works.
Corina’s funeral on Friday was quite sparsely attended, but it has been a few years since her care home closed down - and her customers obviously were no longer in circulation. We’ve had a few funeral teas lately, and I can say that the Disgustedville Masonic Centre knocks the rest into a cocked hat.
On Saturday we had lunch with Martyn’s sister Sandra on the way to their niece Nina’s wedding. Churlish to mention it, but as it’s her third, many fingers are crossed. Her new man Lee seems a happy, sensible sort, so we’re full of optimism. The reception was generously catered and pleasant - and mercifully free of speechifying - but the room was cramped and noisy, and when the thumping music began, I was very eager to be somewhere - anywhere! - else.
So today we’ve had a quiet day so far at home. The jacket I wore to the funeral shed a button on the day, and the one I wore to the wedding was coming close to doing the same, so today I’ve been busy with needle and thread. The only black thread I could find was in a little étui branded Hotel du Louvre, Paris: my only visit there must have been over thirty years ago. I could have raided another similar source branded TWA, which was last a brand in 2003, so goodness knows how long I’ve had their needle and thread. While rummaging I found some Woolworth’s iron-on mending fabric, so have fixed a little tear in one of Margaret’s much-admired quilts. Good job we don’t throw stuff away, eh?
Photos: our Bramley in blossom, and Annie’s wisteria, and a little azalea, a present from Sandra.
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