Saturday 21 April 2012

And the rain it raineth every day........

I went to the Village Quiz last night. Nearly a hundred of us crammed into the Barn on the green Such excitement and enthusiasm! Our table won and as I staggered home at nearly midnight through the churchyard, drunk with success, and the many bottles of wine we had consumed , I reflected on our competitive natures, but also how Ditchlingites organise everything so very well.It was a splendid evening. And the fish and chip supper was good too.
It has rained a bit this week, and there was an ominous puddle near the toaster.  So I had to get the dreaded builders in. It is the flat roof over the kitchen. Oh what a worry. I always fear that old women living alone are such easy prey for cowboy builders.  Probably a bit of polyfilla would have done the trick.

Monday 16 April 2012

The Red and the Black.

Red and black was what or village choir wore for our trip to Cherburg to sing The Wreck of the Titanic on Saturday night.  It was a long way to go to perform a work that lasted just over an hour, but it was a memorable trip. It all went without a hitch, `no wrecks and nobody drownded, in fact nowt to laugh at at all` as the Stanley Holloway monologue goes, for us, though sadly not for the fifteen hundred on the Titanic exactly a hundred years earlier.    There was a harrowing exhibition at the Museum in Cherburg which really brought the awfulness of it all home to me.
Lunch on Sunday was An Experience. I ate oysters for the first time, everything tasted delicious and looked exquisite. The French just know how to do it.   
On the Friday before it was our lovely Julia`s seventh anniversary. We had a family get together and read some of her poems to each other. How we all do still miss her.

Sunday 8 April 2012

I still have a spectacular cough and cannot smell or taste anything. I hope this improves during the week as I have a very croaky voice, so will not be able to sing well for our choir trip to Cherburg for the Wreck of the Titanic,or taste the good French food.
I have been away in Bristol staying with eldest son over from US who was working at the university, and also my friend J. I went to the Bristol Art gallery to see the Leonardo da Vinci drawings (microscopically small, we were given a magnifying glass) and Eric Ravilious paintings which I love, also woodcuts by Peter Reddick who was a Quaker artist who never charged much for his works so that ordinary people could buy them.    
It is a dreary wet Easter Sunday but we need the rain. As usual I forgot to buy any Easter eggs until yesterday and not a single one could I find, all sold out.  When you think you can buy hot cross buns from Christmas onwards, it is odd that they don`t produce enough chocolate eggs, I feel I should complain to someone about it.