It was a rather jollier day than I'd expected. Al phoned to suggest that Squiffany and Pugsley come round for a while - Dilly is feeling a bit fragile and he didn't want to leave her, and they really needed to get out and be active for a while. So I took them to the playground and we all swung on swings and frolicked generally. They stayed for lunch and helped me clean the kitchen, and we went in the garden for a bit, and Squiffany did some sums (she set the questions, answered them, marked them and awarded a star; she is destined to be a teacher, I suspect) while Pugsley played on my phone.
You know, I expect, that Apple Stores have computers at child height equipped with children's programmes. Smart. They also have loads of iPads, iPhones and computers that anyone can use for as long as they want. Very smart. Slightly worrying in a way - "there are more ways of killing a cat than by choking it with cream. But I'm not sure that it's not the best way." as Saki put it (approx, darlings, it was Hermann the Irascible, The Story of The Great Weep if you want to look it up, which I can't quite be bothered to).
Anyway, I went to see Dilly and she's fine, just that she really needed a day lying down. Hadrian is being a most accommodating baby. He sleeps for three hours, wakes with a polite whimper, feeds with enthusiasm, pees and poos (sorry darlings, but it's what the young people say and who am I to argue?) as soon as his nappy is removed, looks about cheerfully for a bit and then sleeps for another three hours.
In the afternoon, I went to visit Dave and, unlike the first occasion when I was too polite to look around, I peered at all his furnishings. The Wall Of Photos looks jolly good and so do his paintings. And the garden is excellent, those granite setts set off the path nicely and the plants are doing nicely.
This evening, I made asparagus risotto, having saved the cooking water from yesterday for the stock. Frugal, me, you see. Non-wasteful.
What else? ... Rog mashed me again on Facebook Scrabble. I can't remember the last time I beat him.
Anyway, tomorrow I've got Nadfas in town, but I've lost my programme card so I don't know the subject of the lecture, and then I'm having my hair cut, which it richly deserves. After that, I'm footloose for the rest of the day. Gosh. Splendid.