Wednesday 19 June 2013

Rings round Cambridge

My brother P and I went to Cambridge to see grand daughter G and also to collect her accumulated possessions for the last year in College.  These included large boxes of heavy law books as well as kettles, a collander, saucepans, fairy lights, in fact everything but the proverbial kitchen sink. B.Wiggins and I barely fitted into my microscopic Micra on the way home on the dreaded M.25.   Actually, the motorway was no problem, it was the ring road round Cambridge that defeated us. There are NO road signs so we drove round and round in increasing desperation and then went off in the wrong direction!  But it was a lovely outing and I enjoyed my time away with brother P.
It was the London to Brighton bike race at the weekend and Ditchling came to a standstill with all roads closed to everything but bikes whizzing through   Poignant for me as I have finally decided that my biking days are over. I feel too wobbly, so will sell my lovely Minty, after a lifetime of riding everywhere from the streets of London, to the Winchester water meadows and epic rides in Cumbria and Yorkshire.  .The hills round here are too much for me and besides I now have to go walkies with B. Wiggins and I don`t think he would take kindly to riding in the basket.
I am off to Cornwall on Sunday for a week with friend B and her dog Charlie. As for moving, who knows? I had an interview yesterday with a stern faced solicitor and I signed things but still no date yet. Son C is helping me through all this.  .I don`t know what I would do without him.
Off  to the Infants today. I am trying to compile a little book of `poems` from the children. Most popular subjects: My Cat, My Bike, Football and Spaghetti. 

Thursday 13 June 2013

Midsummer Nights Dream in the afternoon.

I went to the Globe Theatre yesterday with my Monday music group, and we all had a Good Day Out. It was a bit odd seeing MSND as a matinee and I missed the lights and magic of it on the bare stage of the Globe. But it was a wonderful production and beautifully acted. We were on the fourth tier and I quailed at the sight of all the stairs but a kind girl offered to take me up in the lift which involved going backstage and seeing half naked actors dashing about, and bits of scenery and props, so I enjoyed all that. She insisted on taking me up and down in the interval too!
I took B.Wiggins up in the train and and met grand daughter M in the refectory of Southwark Cathedral where they positively welcome dogs. I handed him over to her and she took him over the wobbly bridge and for a walk around St Pauls and then they settled down in a pub with a sofa while she worked on her laptop and he snuggled up. So he had a good day too.
I am just about to brave the M.25 and go for a visit to brother P in Hatfield. It is a wild and windy day, the summer seems to be over.    It has all gone quiet again on the moving front. The solicitor has gone on holiday apparently.   I keep making lists of Things to Do, but no prospect of doing them .