The Sage is very happy. There is a picture of the bowl which he sold on the front page of the Antiques Trade Gazette and a whole-page article about the sale, including the report that the buyer left by helicopter and, since he'd bought the guglet and bowl for a friend, that he was allowed to take it with him and send a cheque a week later.
Obviously, when the Sage is happy, I am happy. So all is jollity in the household. The Sage has decided to give his apologies for a meeting this evening on the strength of it, so I will have his company after all.
I had a few spare minutes this morning before I went to school, which I spent browsing through my early posts. I found my first ever comment, written by Pat on 12th March 2006. I note that I called my daughter Rose and my younger son Baz in those days. I'm not sure that Al had a name, he was just the Greengrocer. Weeza then became El; she chose her present name herself. I seem to sound much the same in those early days as I do now, which interested me. Slightly embarrassing, and unintentional, the last post of the year (which is what you reach when you click on 2006) describes the mildly frivolous fact that I was wearing stockings and suspenders. Several early friends are still blogpals now, including Martina, Wendy, How Do We Know, the Chairwoman and Blue Witch, which is delightful.
I've never read all my archives and I don't plan to. But I might well dip in a bit. I was funnier then.