Jean and I entertained a postman this morning. We couldn't find no.131 and he kept coming across us bumbling around this large estate, lost in a strange mixture of numbers. "Its between 130 and 132", he said, laughing heartlessly.
Oddly enough, that did not help.
Captain B is packing up for his dive trip which is making me feel rather melancholy, but I am already filling up next week. Audrey just rang to book me for Friday morning, and Jackie is coming round in the evening.
Its the Circuit Overseer visit, so a busy busy week - hopefully. I just hope i am not starting a cold. Everyone else seems to be.