B.Wiggins and I are in disgrace again after being told off by the Headmaster (the warden of my Old Folks place) He has been intimidating the postmen,window cleaners, repair men by barking ferociously and jumping, and this may frighten the O.F`s . The problem is that I had one of those stretchy leads but I must now always have him on a short lead and Never Let Him Off. Many of the O F`s seem to like him and bring him round bones and remains of their Sunday roasts. But I feel mortified. I have slipped back into the Naughtiest Girl in the School mode which I find all too easyto do.
On a happier note, I had a lovely weekend in Winchester (leaving BW behind with daughter J for some behaviour therapy) and went to a christening of the youngest baby of my dear Russian/Cornish friends . The Russian Orthodox priest from Oxford officiated and it was a beautiful ceremony though the sturdy toddler being baptised did not take too kindly to being totally mmersed three times in a large copper pot. She quickly cheered up afterwards and promptly went to sleep in her Korean grandfathers arms while the rest of us enjoyed a splendid christening feast. There were other Meeting House ex residents there and we all had a great reminisce about our happy past times together.
I came home yesterday in time to look after grand daughter T and we did some cooking. We made strawberry tartlets as on Great British Bake Off on TV. We decided we had made a better job of it than Joanna Lumley,Dame Edna Everage, Jennifer Saunders and Lulu. They looked and tasted really nice.
Today the sun is shining after days of grey gloom. and there were baby lambs in the field leading up to the Downs on my walk this morning and drifts of snowdrops along the roadside. Such a cheery sight.