Yesterday got left out...I'll come back to it. It was a good one, anyway.
Today was too. We went to Norwich, Dilly, Wink, Squiffany, Pugsley and I and bought birthday presents for three of us - though some of Pugsley's have come from the car boot at Banham on Sunday. Ooh, bargains were had!
We arrived home soon after 5 o'clock. I had hardly sat down to check emails and comments (yes, that was the first thing I did, though had the Sage not already fed Tilly, she would have come first) when Ro rang. His hand-brake had jammed on and he couldn't drive home. The Sage, who would have sorted it in an instant, was out, so I did the best I could. I got straight back in the car and drove to fetch him.
An hour later, I was staring blearily at the computer, reading the agenda for tonight's meeting to discover what I promised to do 2 months ago. Then, at 7 o'clock, I trotted down to the church, fetched 4 tables from the shed, boiled 2 kettles of water, filled 4 jugs with water, filled 8 bowls with sweets, put the jugs and bowls on the tables, got out 16 glasses, cups and saucers, filled 2 jugs with milk and 1 bowl with sugar, put out 16 chairs, made 2 pots of coffee and was ready for the PCC meeting.
Which went well, although I received two items of news that I would rather not have heard: of an illness and a death, both of people younger than I.
And it was decided not to have a proper meal after the Harvest Festival, but jolly bits to pass around. This will save me hours of work, and I am grateful to the lovely person who suggested it and the equally lovely people who backed her up. I will do nice, delicious, plates of finger food and have not, as I expected, offered to cook a Sunday roast for 40 people.
Look after yourselves, darlings