I can`t believe that almost a week has gone by since red nose Comic Relief Day. Last Friday was, as usual, cold and wet and windy, but a group of us, ranging in age from eight to eighty two (me) did some silly dancing in the pedestrian precinct in the middle of Brighton for about an hour and raised quite a lot of money in a bucket. The idea is: whoever wears the hat, leads the dance and you pass the hat round. It was daughter J`s invention. So you have twenty or so people doing the same odd eccentric movements and dancing around to the accompaniment of some tinny music from a ghetto blaster. We have decided that next time we will have live music. We all enjoyed ourselves immensely. The passers by looked surprised but paid up.
That was last week. This week has continued wet, cold ,windy and muddy. B Wiggins needs a bath but I am waiting for a change in the weather. Also I intend to book him into Twinkletoes, a nearby poodle parlour where he will get a thorough going over: teeth, nails, shampoo and trim, highly recommended by the lady ijn the Pet Shop. I fear it will cost far more than my hairdo in a barbers shop in Kemptown.
My brothee P, my sister J and I will be together for a few days at the beginning of April for dear sister in Law`P`s funeral. We are all trying to think of some good hymns.