I wonder why it is that, when I sit down to write here, I have been tending to say what I'm going to do the next day rather than look back on the last.
Probably means nothing. Not that I've got such a bad memory that I can't actually remember much of what's happened, oh no not at all nothing like that.
Anyway, it turned out that this morning's lecture was given by a retired bishop, and very good it was. The mosaics weren't quite done justice by the photos, but that's not really surprising - they are stunning, if ever you have the chance, do go and see them. There are several buildings to go to, it isn't just one.
On the way in, I observed a 10p and a 20p piece on the ground, so I picked them up and put them in my pocket. When I left, I popped over to Al's shop for some fruit, and saw two women (a mother and daughter, I think) approaching the door and looking disappointed when they saw the notice in the window. "It won't be open until Friday," one of them said. "I'm just going in," I said, "I'm Al's mother - you're welcome to come in." They wanted some eggs and potatoes, so I sold them. The till was empty, but we managed the right change between us. I went to get my stuff and another woman came in. I explained again and sold her three chillies and a bag of greengages. A minute later, in came a customer for some mushrooms and a bunch of bananas. They were all really pleased. As I looked for the key, I felt in my pocket and found 30p. Not remembering where it came from, I put it in the till. I locked up and left, and a few yards on, found another 20p and a penny on the ground. I picked them up. I meant to put them in a charity box, but my lunchtime sandwich required an odd 15p so most of it went towards that.
I ate lunch in the churchyard, sitting in the sun. Pictures? Of course, darlings. They're neither good nor interesting, but that is hardly likely to stop me.