Bredonborough Rising although WillyFred was
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Bredonborough.
Rising 09.50, although WillyFred was under the bed three hours earlier, ready to play. My feet on the floor, Wilf hurtled in from the threshold to the landing to run around me in circles. I had not forgotten I am a member of WillyFred’s gang, an inferior member.
Into the kitchen where the magic word –Ba-na-na – was uttered, resulting in Prince Bun hurtling under the kitchen table to be in prime position for snaffling his piece of breakfast fruit. This has him twitching involuntarily.
No morning reading at Blower’s today: a too-late entry to the day.
Shopping on the High Street I…
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Head-Gardener Matthew’s Winter-planting by the back door I…
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Lunching, more organizing.
Over to World HQ I…
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… carrying, unpacking; and into the Cellar…
18.51 Organizing continues. E-furying has reduced the inbox by 80.
A call from the Minx at the Redhill theatre where The Toyah Band is performing this evening.
And now to a local supper down the street.
22.14 A gentle social event of the local kind, with four post-mature couples and myself. Beginning outside in a garden-room with fireplace warming the chill air, moving into the renovated Georgian sitting room for coffee. Very civilized, typical of this wonderful, friendly town and its social life.
