This morning we went to the local theatre, where a friend and recently retired local journalist was holding a doo to launch his latest book. I bought a couple of extra copies for friends and chatted to various people for an hour or so. Well, I nipped out for twenty minutes to do the weekend food shopping at the butcher and greengrocer and then came back to find the Sage still chatting.
Glancing at the theatre programme, I found that this evening's performance involved the songs of Tom Lehrer and the monologues of Bob Newhart. Always ready for a chuckle, I bought a ticket, and I've just got home, having been well entertained.
The most important news of the day, however, is that Al, Dilly and the children are home and really enjoyed their holiday. They came through for a cup of tea and we gave them their post, which we'd been holding for them. There was a parcel from Amazon which Dilly opened; it contained a cup for Hadrian - I'll see if I can find it in a minute, it was quite amusing - and puzzle books for the older two. Pugsley's was mazes and Squiffany was crossword puzzles, quite simple ones for a child. She asked me to show her what to do, and half an hour later she had more than half-filled the book and was asking if the next book could be a lot bigger!
This is the cup. Hay took it and immediately put it to his lips, so we'll see what will happen when it actually has liquid in it.
Tomorrow, as I said before, it's Harvest Festival. I've got an easy ride, not having been put down to do anything at the mid-morning service. I am sidesman and lesson-reader at the early service, however, so I've set the alarm on my phone as well as the bedside radio, to be quite sure of waking up.