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I had originally planned to go to church today, being as it’s Palm Sunday, but I baulked at the idea when I heard that the seating had been reassembled so that people are now sitting together, masks are no longer required and, obviously, no-one is doing LFTs any more. I know it seems like I am making a big thing of it all, but with John unlikely to have much more immunity to COVID than when it all started, it still feels like his life depends on us continuing to be careful.

Instead, I thought I’d watch the service on YouTube, but when it came to it, I didn’t seem able to find it this morning……(ha! found it now though!!!) and so took the dog a walk over the fields. It was a glorious morning again with the sun shining, the sky as blue as blue and the air quite warm. Mid-field and mid-walk I heard the church bell tolling, calling people to prayer just before 9.30, and I thought of everyone remembering Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem. The congregation usually parades in the streets on Palm Sunday with a pony and I wondered this year if they had mustered one. I don’t know, but I expect I shall find out.

When I got home, there was a paper bag of Easter goodies for the children on the doorstep. I don’t know who brought them, but again, I expect I shall find out. I was very touched anyway by the gesture, whoever it was who left the bag.

John was watching the Grand Prix when I came in and it looked quite an exciting event. We reminisced about our time in Australia, John having been to the Grand Prix in Melbourne with Andrew and Graham, and one of Graham’s friends, Rod. It’s lovely to re-visit these experiences even if they are remote and via a TV channel.

Before the race ended, I decided to sort my hair out and cook the Sunday lunch. Lunch at lunchtime for a change…..

I had originally planned to visit Mum this afternoon, but I took a phone call from the home to say ‘don’t come’. Mum has a cough, had stayed in bed all morning and told the carers that she didn’t want visitors. The girl who phoned me blithely told me that ‘several of the residents have a cough…..’ Hmmmm……. They are going to get the doctor to check Mum out tomorrow. That’ll be interesting – I wonder how the doctor will do that remotely?

As I wasn’t going over to visit Mum, I thought I’d have a glass (or two) of Prosecco as an aperitif before lunch and a glass of wine with lunch. Naturally, I slept for much of the afternoon…… John slept too. Oh, and I think the dog joined in.

Mac and I went for another little walk around the ‘new’ estate early evening, but we had a bit of a kerfuffle when we came back. Mac thought he’d like to eat the cats of course……

He’d had such an idea already this morning. The cats were outside, sunning themselves when I opened the back door; I had Mac on the extendable lead but hadn’t notched it short, so he galloped out and chased Shadow while Rio watched on, disdainfully, from the box where we store the cushions. Needless to say, by the time I’d taken Mac back in the house, the cats were long gone and I wasn’t able to pop them up in the attic room for safety.

Half-way through the day Rio came sauntering in so I scooped him up and put him upstairs. Shadow was nowhere to be seen – until this evening when John was doing the washing up. Shadow, having had nothing to eat all day, came in for his tea; Mac obviously smelt his presence and starting woofing and scrabbling at the kitchen door. Fortunately, John had had the forethought to put a doorstop under the door because Mac can open every single door in the house. As I shooed Mac away, were those some bared teeth I saw? Hmmmm……. a rolled up newspaper to show him is called for, I reckon. I mean, we can’t have that sort of behaviour, can we?

Sunday. A day of rest. And that’s more or less what we did today. Just rest. Nice one, eh?

Take care everyone. God bless.

We have Mac here for the week and one of my pleasures is walking the dawg……

When he was a younger dog, Mac was a terrible puller on the lead, but he’s been trained well since I last looked after him and now, he’s as good as gold. We trotted along on the pavement as leisurely as you like this morning, and then we made a bid for the fields. Oh my!! He was as happy as happy. And I wasn’t far behind either. Although the frost was just clearing, the sun was shining and it was the most lovely walk. so we made the most of it and took the long way round. Bliss.

Here’s the happy dog, half way round:

and here he is, post-walk, flat out…….. good job there’s no picture of me!!

Other than dog-walking, I am not sure quite what we have done today. John has spent a good while in the garage. When I asked him how he’d got on, he replied, “Not bad. I put two bolts on, anyway.” I think he might have been playing down his achievements – although he did say that it took him 45 minutes to find the actual bolts…. so maybe not?

I tackled a bit of ironing this afternoon while I watched trash on TV, and then it was the Grand National. I love this time of year in some ways. It’s bitter-sweet. My father was staying with us after he’d had his stroke and we sat and watched the Boat Race and then the Grand National together. He wasn’t able to speak, but I definitely knew which team he wanted to win the Boat Race and which horse he’d have had his money on. So it brings back memories and reminds me of how I miss my Dad.

Mac and I had another little jolly round Katharine’s Wood just before tea-time and he made me laugh. There were two collies, both chasing after a ball that was being catapulted from a dog-ball-launcher, and he was desperate to join in. I am sure he would have been fine but, because he’s not my dog, I am loth to let him off the lead, so he had to watch instead. He was a very good boy though, and came along when I told him.

This evening, we all crashed out in the lounge and watched what I call quality TV. It was a documentary about Morecombe and Wise. Fabulous. They were an amazing double act, weren’t they? We had a laugh as we watched the programme.

Take care everyone. God bless. Avoid the crowds…..

It’s been a funny old day. One in which neither of us wanted to get out of bed, but when we did, there were deliveries to manage on the door step before taking delivery of Mac at the end of the day……

In the end, John brought me a cup of tea about ten o’clock. I’d been awake since 7, but read my book, Kate Atkinson’s ‘Life after Life’, for the next two and a half hours, consoling myself that I was under the weather and a rest in bed was absolutely in order. John just said he was tired so was definitely entitled to stay in bed.

We had our bacon butties and cup of tea out on the patio though, as it was such a lovely morning. The sun was shining brightly and the air was warm, so it was just the most delightful thing to do. John told me about the rough night he had had, and how he’d been struggling to breathe. “Let’s do your oxygen levels,” I said, and ran upstairs to retrieve the oximeter. John popped it on his finger. “The battery must be dead,” he said, “There’s no reading…” I tried it on me. It was fine. We tried it on several of John’s fingers. There was no reading at all. “It’s telling us that you’re dead,” I joked, “as there is nothing at all!” We laughed. “I think your fingers are too cold,” I continued, “Let’s go into the house.”

We tucked John’s hands into all sorts of areas of the body to try and warm his fingers up and, finally, we got a reading that satisfied me that he was still alive, and didn’t need to be trundled off to hospital. But, to be honest, his chest is giving him a bit of trouble just now, so inhalers are at the ready.

We took delivery of the Tesco shopping at lunchtime. John had done the order and it is always exciting when he does it because we never quite know what we’re going to get. But the ‘boy done good’ and we are set up again for a week or two now.

Soon after the Tesco delivery, we took delivery of paper goods. ‘Who Gives A Crap’ delivered loo rolls, paper towels and tissues. “Oh, blimey,” said John, “where are you going to put that lot?” I must confess, for a moment or two I was daunted. “I shall create space in the old utility room,” I said, stoutly. So I did, and it’s all good.

For five minutes, I had a sit-down. John went into the garage to tinker with the car, having been dissuaded from going for another walk until his chest is a bit better. Before long, (it seemed no longer than five minutes) it was time to go over to the Kenilworth Sleaths to babysit Freddie for an hour or so, and bring Mac back with me for the week.

Freddie was an angel and very, very good company. He played on Minecraft for a while until the parental controls kicked in on his tablet, and then he and I sat, companionably, at the table and drew pictures. It was fabulous. We had great fun.

Meanwhile, the Kenilworth Newbies had decided to pop over to see Grandpa. I got a phone call. “We’re thinking of a take-away…..?” Well, I wouldn’t say ‘no’, of course, so the boys had fish fingers and we had an Indian. Lush, eh?

At about half-past eight, Paul rang. “Do you have a suitcase we can borrow?” Well, of course!! “What size do you need?” Hahahaha. He’s a man! How would he know what size they needed? “Would you like to phone my wife to check?” he said. As luck would have it, the Kenilworth Newbies were just leaving. Paul was beside himself with glee. They could drop it off (please) and he didn’t have to come over and collect it!! Woohoo!!

Serendipity!

Take care everyone. Covid cases are estimated to be 1 in 13 people just now and this wave is almost at its peak. God bless.

Despite our colds, both John and I ploughed on today, through sheer determination.

I had promised to go to the Kenilworth Newbies to hang some wallpaper in William’s room and was keen to do it. “Mum,” said Michael, “Don’t come if you’re poorly.” But I wanted to go, so go I did, putting my cold to one side – and working in a well-ventilated room (“Don’t come in, Danielle, I’ve just sneezed.”) – as I enjoyed the paper-measuring, paper-cutting and then paper-hanging.

I did wonder whether I would get it all done in the day given my sniffles, but knowing that the young man would come home from nursery at tea-time, I didn’t want him to find a job half-done. So I ploughed on – and was delighted to get it done.

I didn’t stay to see William’s reaction to his newly-decorated room because John was at home and I was keen to get back to him, but Michael sent me video of William going up the stairs and seeing his room for the first time. Suffice to say, he was thrilled. You would be too, wouldn’t you, if you had dinosaurs adorning the wall and window in your bedroom?

John, meanwhile, having sorted out the energy bill situation in his mind to his satisfaction, braved the phone call to the supplier. ‘Ah…… ummmm…. right…. well…..’ they said. ‘We’ll have to look into it…….’ Hahahaha. I wonder how long that will take and what fanciful response they will come up with? Anyone fancy hedging a bet?

Once John had done that bit of work, he took himself off for a walk along the Yellow Brick Road. Now this walk is about a mile and, depending on which way you go round, depends on whether it’s mostly uphill or mostly downhill. Hmmmm…….. did anyone notice just how windy it was today? It took John over the hour to do the walk. Not at all surprised – he has a cold, which is a bit on his chest and it was very windy which buffeted him about…… However, he was pleased for having done it.

Next up, he texted me to ask me to give him access to the shopping list we’d put on Alexa. Regrettably, I wasn’t able to do that because the connection on my phone was poor at Michael’s. “No worries we’ll sort it out when I get back, but you can get started and we’ll add things to the order later.” I said.

Well, the poor man spent what seemed like hours trying to sort out the shopping – and heaven knows if we’ve got everything we need. He found the shopping list on my computer and used his laptop to do the order. What a faff. It’s going to be exciting when we get the delivery tomorrow!

Take care everyone. God bless.

We’re still sniffling with a blooming cold each, and I wasn’t sure whether the hairdresser would let me into the salon this morning. I phoned her up to reassure her that I’d tested negative for COVID and she said I could go, as we’d both be wearing masks. A relief, really, as my hair had gone beyond the stage of looking alright and I was beginning to feel very bedraggled.

Despite feeling better for having had my hair cut, it wasn’t long before I decided that I didn’t feel great. I did a spot of ironing but abandoned it in favour of sitting in front of the TV instead. Series Two of Bridgerton beckoned……

John is feeling marginally better, and he was on sufficient form to work out all the ins and outs of the energy bills he’s been wrestling with. Equally, he was feeling well enough to go into the garage and potter about restoring some more of the Lotus this afternoon.

After a while, I was feeling chilly – not surprising really, as we had a window open to allow the fumes from the new varnish on the desk to dissipate. I lit a fire rather than turn the heating up, and it felt very cosy – just right to coddle me in my head-cold misery. John, too, enjoyed the open fire ablaze in the grate, as he came in from the garage – and was grateful for the warmth as he settled in for a nap. Made me smile, though….. it’s April. It’s Spring. A open fire at this time of the year? Ah well, why not?

This evening was Quiz Night. I took a caffeine-laden Lemsip beforehand because we were Quiz Masters this evening and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I was glad we did the Quiz. Talk about giggle. We laughed until our sides ached over some of the answers being considered and the jokes being made. It was a real tonic and did us such a lot of good to be among such good friends. Counting my blessings, folks.

We are not sure of the accuracy of any of the COVID figures right now, but I seem to know quite a few people who have succumbed. And, with the message being put out that no-one needs to do LFTs or wear masks any more, it puts me on edge as to how we are going to manage our social lives from now on – especially with weddings on the horizon and other gatherings in the offing. I mean, we can hardly ask people to do LFTs now that they have to paid for, can we? Interesting times to come, I think.

For what they are worth, these are today’s figures from the government website: 389,368 people tested positive for the virus in the last 7 days – this is down by 30% (well, what a surprise); 1,194 people have died with the virus in the last 7 days – up 11.6%; and hospitals admissions are up, too, by 3.7% with 16, 419 people having been admitted in the 7 days. That’s quite a lot of people, isn’t it?

Take care everyone. God bless.

John is amazing. Despite the fact that he still has a cold and not yet back to walking fitness, he trotted out to the shed to take a look at a rather sad looking freezer. The seal has gone and ice has frosted up the whole of it pretty much. I’d removed everything at the weekend, but wasn’t keen on unplugging it just then, as the water would soak the floor of the shed. “We need to defrost the freezer and get rid of it,” John said earlier in the day. “Oh yes, we do!” I replied, but didn’t do anything about it.

Anyway, this evening, he came in the house, only slightly out of breath, and said, “I’ve unplugged the freezer and got it half out of the shed….” OK. Marvellous. So here we are – a dead freezer, keeled over on the path and looking very forlorn. The cat was interested though…..

We’ll have a go at wheeling out to the front another day – maybe tomorrow?

In the meantime, we have resurrected and brought alive the desk that used to belong to Harriet’s father. “Do you want the desk?” Paul and Harriet had wondered, as they were clearing the house – and we had said ‘yes’. So we took delivery of it and I thought I’d have it French Polished. Here it is, in all its glory and forever to be known as ‘John Fielding’s Desk’.

Looks good, no? Although I may have to change my curtains now – I am not sure the mahogany and the burgundy colours go together!

In other news, John has battled all day with facts and figures relating to energy bills. He phoned the energy company to query the hike in standing order required, only to be told they needed evidence of power consumed over the last few years. Honestly, you’d think they’d have that at their fingertips, wouldn’t you? But no, the customer has to do the work to prove that the hike is inappropriate.

Meanwhile, I had a day of rest and sat and watched TV all afternoon. I am now nursing a cold, too. Lucky me.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Yesterday was a full day for me one way and another, but not arduous at all – and another day of recuperation for John.

John was still feeling under the weather, so I left him in bed in the morning and took myself to Berkswell Church to hear the Banns being read for Lucy and Tom. Pete and Dawn weren’t able to go to hear their daughter’s Banns read in person unfortunately, being trapped at home with COVID in the house, but the rest of the family were all there – and no-one in the congregation shouted out that they knew of a just cause to prevent the marriage, so that was good news.

Although it was quite a long service, it was very good and I enjoyed it. We were all in one area and masks were worn so it felt safe. Whether it actually was safe is another matter of course, so we’ll see.

Afterwards I nipped over to our friends, Linda and Brendan’s, to offer condolences on the death of Linda’s Mum. Despite the sadness, they were both relatively cheerful but looked exhausted from all the to-ing and fro-ing they are having to do. Hope it gets better for them soon.

At home, John had recently got up and was watching TV. Having checked he was OK, I popped up to Oakes’ Farm Shop to get the Sunday Roast. We planned to have lunch about two o’clock because I was off out to Yoga at 6p.m. and I didn’t want to be bending and stretching on a heavy meal. Happily, it all went to plan.

The Yin Yoga practice was a two and half hour session, so I arrived back home just before nine o’clock. Then I remembered I had the sheets on the bed to change, so the blog had to wait. I had been looking forward to going to bed but……… mind you, so was John and he had to wait for sheets to be put on – tee-hee.

And today? A bit more yoga this afternoon which was lovely. It came at the end of a day when I’d been busy again. This time, sorting out the odd sock pile before going for a walk with my friend, Moira, from church. We had a good old stride out and, from Moira’s house we did a circuit of 5.6kms, which I thought was good going. But then Moira reminded me that I’d walked from my house to her house, which is about a mile, and then, as we went our separate ways, I had another half a mile to go……all in all, I thought I gave John a run for his money and probably did about 8 kms in the end! Go me!!

This morning the solar panel man came to measure up so I had to put away my sock pile and concentrate on what he was suggesting. Fortunately, John was well enough to join in and make decisions about where wires might go and so on. Fingers crossed we get the panels fitted by the end of May. Knowing our luck, I expect we’ll get them fitted after all the sun has been and gone…….

John is feeling a bit better every day now, although not fully recovered from this nasty cold, but I think he’ll be back to walking again by the end of the week. Fingers crossed anyway. Suffice to say, he’s a bit fed up about feeling poorly again. Healing vibes people, please?

Take care everyone. God bless.

I have always said that I am not keen on prep – especially of the decorating kind. However, today I was doing some prep that I really didn’t mind. It’s all in aid of helping get things ready for grandchild Number 7.

Danielle has been given a date for admission mid-April, and so we are washing baby and toddler clothes as well as clothes for Danielle to fit into after the baby is born. Oh, and sorting out odd socks. Goodness me, why is it that children take off one sock and throw it into the ether, never to be found again?? We have a bagful of odd socks to which, ever optimistic, we think we might find a mate. Hehehe – some hope.

So today I was ploughing through the washing, drying and pressing of clothes ready for them to placed, at the ready, into wardrobes, drawers, cupboards and tallboys.

I was uninterrupted in my task because John is feeling under the weather and stayed in bed for much of the day. We are confident he is not suffering from COVID because we’ve done oodles of Lateral Flow Tests and sent off a PCR, about which no-one has phoned to tell him to take the anti-viral drugs. Well, no-one has phoned yet, anyway.

We did agree that it might be wise to start the emergency anti-biotics though, ‘just in case’, as he is coughing well and it sounds like whatever he’s caught is on his chest. We’ll see how we go.

I had promised to go over to the Kenilworth Newbies this afternoon to help put the children to bed. Michael was having a well-deserved night out with his PhD cohort and, although the children are easy, a second pair of hands always helps when you are heavily pregnant, doesn’t it?

John made it downstairs about half past two and ensconced himself in his chair wrapped in a blanket. He didn’t feel well enough to go out with me however, so I delayed my visit for a couple of hours in order to minister to him a bit. Before I went, I left him strict instructions to drink plenty of water and to cook a ready-meal in the microwave. He was happy to do that, so off I toddled.

As usual, I acted my shoe size and not my age when I arrived in Kenilworth, playing with the children to my heart’s content. And come bedtime, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the bedtime stories – including some old favourites: Shirley Hughes’ ‘Chatting’ for Thomas; and Beatrix Potter’s Squirrel Nutkin & Mrs Tiggywinkle for William. Brought back such very happy and fond memories…..

A good day for me, not so good for John who was already back in bed when I got home at about nine o’clock. Hopefully, a good night’s sleep will improve how he feels and he’ll be bit better tomorrow. I mean, he’s got to keep going on the walks, hasn’t he? No lounging about in bed, for goodness’ sake……..

Take care everyone. God bless.

We are delighted to report that March is at an end and the totting up of miles walked and monies raised for the Anthony Nolan Trust’s ‘Jog 30 miles in March’ have been counted. Total miles ‘jogged’ i.e. walked? 30.5 miles. Total monies raised between the Facebook Page, John’s JustGiving Page and private cash donations? Just over £800. We are calling that a result!!!

What a triumph over adversity. John, whose middle name is ‘Mr Determined’, never gave up and doggedly bashed out the miles come rain or shine. I was ready to stand proxy ‘just in case’ but was never needed. He did it all himself. What a man.

John has declared that he intends to carry on walking as often as he can because the exercise has really helped in conditioning his strength – great news that he can climb the stairs to fetch what he needs now, without necessarily having me run the errand. Let’s hope that the motivation will continue.

And so to today. John felt a bit tired this morning and had a bit of a snuffly nose. No idea where that has come from – the fields of rapeseed, which are bursting out their pollen just now? Maybe. But, just in case, I jumped into my panic suit and insisted that he do a Lateral Flow Test, because we planned to visit Carol and John this afternoon. All clear – phew!

My test was clear, too, so off I went to yoga, which was great. Felt so much better for the class, apart from the fact that balance wasn’t my thing this morning and those side planks? Oh, Lordy!

Once I was back from class, we bustled about to get ready to go up to Carol and John’s for lunchtime. John was still snuffling, so I jumped into my panic suit again, and insisted that he do a PCR test ‘just in case’. The only trouble was, he’d not long had his breakfast and then he was just enjoying a cup of coffee. Oh…can’t do it yet. OK, we’ll wait half an hour then. “I’ll just nip up to the Cross household while we wait,” I said to John, “I’m just going to drop a ‘get well’ gift in for Jack on the doorstep.”

I chatted to Pete and Dawn from the drive for ten minutes or so and then went back home. John was still drinking his coffee. Oh, blimey! “At this rate we’re never going to get going,” I groaned. “I’ll do the test in the car on the way,” John suggested. I jumped into my panic suit again, and thought that might not be the safest way to conduct the test. John waved away my concerns and so we set off.

Half an hour into the journey, John rummaged in the glove compartment, “Want a chocolate?” he asked, as he popped a couple of Minstrels into his mouth. “No, thank you,” I replied, my eyes glued to road. I wasn’t saying anything. 30 seconds later, the penny dropped. “Oh, damn! I’ll have to wait another half an hour before I can do the test now,” John grinned. Hey ho.

Anyway, he did the test when we arrived and we posted it off, so I got out of my panic suit for a few hours – especially as the snuffles seemed to be disappearing the longer the day went on.

We had a fabulous afternoon at Carol and John’s. Dear, lovely Carol was celebrating her birthday today, so how brilliant that we could join in. We socially distanced as best we could and had windows open and all negative LFTs, so we were confident in enjoying each others’ company.

We ate posh snacks and posh cookies and drank pink Prosecco adorned with raspberries; Carol and I went for a walk while the men nattered; and then we had a Christmas dinner. Yes, that’s right – a beautiful 3-bird roast and all the trimmings, roast potatoes and all the veg. Oooh, it was delicious!!

I say that the men nattered – well, they did, non-stop all afternoon. Ha! But so did Carol and I – non-stop all afternoon and well into the evening. I might have said this before, but it is so good to be among dear friends.

Here’s the Birthday Girl, looking fabulous.

Take care everyone. God bless.

There is usually a buzz around a Thursday because it’s bin day! However, for some reason, we were taken unawares today and it wasn’t until this evening that it dawned on us that there would be late night excitement as we shuffled bins from one place to another.

It was a funny day. There were all the daylight hours in which we had no plans. There were vague murmurings in our heads about what we might do, but nothing really concrete.

We lazed in bed this morning, therefore, until gone ten o’clock. I only got out of bed because, as luck would have it, I managed to get an appointment at the doctor’s surgery and needed to be there for 11.00. John snoozed on and got out of bed about 11.15 he tells me, and he was still breakfasting when I got home.

Afterwards, we went for a walk. But gosh, it seemed to be hard work one way and another for John. Go a bit, stop a bit, go a bit, find a bench and so on. One advantage of this method of walking is that it enables you to chat to the passers-by. The conversation usually begins with me saying, ‘Oh, what a gorgeous dog….’ and then we go from there. Dog-owners love to talk about their dogs, we have found.

Mid-stride and mid-walk, John’s phone rang. We were busy giggling about me trying to fish the phone from John’s trouser pocket when I answered the call – and thank goodness it was Michael and not some medic or other on a professional call. We giggled some more as we explained that we were walking and we’d phone him back once we were home. “Speak to you tomorrow then,” he grinned.

When we did eventually phone back and spoke to Michael and Danielle, we finally articulated our plans: I was going to go to the garden centre; John was going to potter in the garage. Ha! Ha! No sooner was there a suggestion that we might call in to the Kenilworth Newbies, however, than we deemed our plans no longer that important, and we’re absolutely on for a visit. “No, honestly, we’ll be over in half an hour.” we insisted. Seriously, pottering in the garage and the garden centre visit could be delayed.

We nipped over to Kenilworth to view William’s room. Having decorated Michael and Danielle’s and then Thomas’s room, William was feeling left out. No worries, we’ll slap some dinosaur paper up in the wink of an eye. Plan agreed and schedule set, we came away from Kenilworth excited to be helping to get everywhere ready for when the baby arrives. Oh, and we brought some washing home with us to do ready for the new baby, as well. It’s all systems go!

Home once more, I shot off to the garden centre and John thought he might have a look and see what he could do in the garage for a few minutes, before we got ourselves ready to go out for the evening.

We had an absolutely cracking evening round at Margaret and Chris’s. This invitation to spend the evening together was to compensate for our aborted attempt at Christmas, when we had to cut proceedings short within half an hour of arriving, due to a dash over to Kenilworth to babysit unexpectedly when Harriet’s father died.

Margaret and Chris are very good hosts and we were well fed and watered – well, wined….. pink Prosecco, delicious white wine and the mellowest red wine all on offer. Don’t mind if we do.

On a day when we really weren’t sure what we were going to do, we ended up having a very full day – and very enjoyable it was, too. And, shhh…… don’t tell anyone but John had fun on the scooter there and back to Margaret and Chris’s, whizzing along at high speed……

Take care everyone. God bless.