But rather, the trip to Chennai, the lamppost and the Landrover.
So yesterday, first there was that phone call from Wink. And if you look at yesterday's post and comments, you'll see that we're planning to go to the wedding, assuming the invitation is extended to me too (which it will be).
Then we went to visit Kenny. His son was visiting a friend at the hospital in Gallstone, so we sat with Muriel for a couple of hours. She was pleased to reach her 90th birthday, looking forward to the cake her daughter had baked, but thanked us for staying, admitting that it's quite a strain sitting with Kenny on her own.
He was awake some of the time, but couldn't really speak or open his eyes. He'd been quite animated the day before, talked to the Sage in the evening, kissed me several times very lovingly when I left and waved to me ... I think he had used so much strength there was none left. He was also determined, I'm sure, to be alive for Muriel's birthday.
While we were sitting there, the Sage told me about a lamppost that someone had for sale. You (if you've been here) may have noticed one at the fork in the drive. It's similar, I was immediately excited. "We could put it outside the house, it'll look like Narnia! The children will love it."
Then he mentioned a car. He got vague at this point, sometimes referring to a Rover and sometimes a Landrover. "I'm not having a Rover, after the last disaster," I said. "I've never thought of a Landrover, why would I want that?" Still, I was quite happy to have a look, you know me.
So we went to look at the lamppost and a couple of notes changed hands and it will be delivered in due course - that'll be lovely, we'll get it fixed in the ground and dig a trench for the cable and have it wired up - and then looked at the car. It is a Landrover, 2001, lovely condition. Five minutes later, we'd decided to buy it. Jolly good. I love being impulsive, don't you?
Wink just rang, we're planning to get our visas and all, and the lamp post has just arrived in Robert's van. Jolly good.