The Sage has gone to get new tyres for his car. How sensible he is. I am pretending to work, as I have minutes of one meeting to write (largely from memory as I was talking too) and the agenda of another meeting to plan (which I do in some detail, for I am Efficient). However, I'm not getting much done. I write a few sentences, then read a blog or two, make another cup of tea, look at the paper, write a bit more...I'm wasting a sunny morning, to tell the truth.
This afternoon, I'm going to venture up the ladder to pick more apples, but I'll wait for someone to be here, just in case I plummet dismally to the ground. The forecast is none too splendid for tomorrow, with a high wind expected and, just in case it's accurate, I don't want all the apples to fall and be too bruised to keep.
Yesterday was Ro's last day in his job and he starts a new one in Norwich on Monday. There was the usual collection followed by a little gift-giving goodbye ceremony. The IT department is very small, just him and his immediate boss, but of course Ro has contact with all the office staff. His boss asked him, a couple of weeks ago, to choose a couple of possible presents and suggested a choice of values. Last Monday, he asked him to choose another. More than double the cost of the more expensive one had been given. Ro was very touched indeed. A couple of years in that job was enough, not because it wasn't a good place to work but because there wasn't any room for promotion or growth in it. He's going to have a much earlier start and finish, as he plans to take the bus and will have to walk or cycle to Yagnub, which is a little more than a mile (2 km) away and then have nearly an hour's journey to follow. At least he can relax and read on the way. And it will be cheaper than driving, quite apart from the parking fees.
The sun shining through the windows reminds me that they need to be washed. What a pity that this is no one's designated area of responsibility. Let's hope for some good driving rain to make them clean again.