Lovely Day


Not just because Charlie (see side bar) is back with us, but after two cancellations we are at last having a girl’s day out. Since Margaret deserted us for Cheltenham we seem to have lost our mojo but on a sunny day like today it would be criminal not to make the most of it and we can have the sort of day we used to where worries and fears are shelved, we have a moan and a whine and a wine and a bite, and a renewal of our friendship.


Joy has asked me to photograph the flower bed she created at our local railway station to commemorate 80 years of The Townswomen’s Guild so she can send it to Margaret. Then we’ll go somewhere close for lunch.


The most experienced Head of State in the world is visiting New York from Canada – H.M Queen Elizabeth – today I think. I’m still bristling at the deluded person on some forum who dismissed her – with some contempt - as a frail old lady. Do some research ducks – you may be surprised.


I keep hearing a strange phrase ‘my bad’ which I think means I’ve behaved badly. I heard it first in the States but it has filtered over here and – sorry to be pedantic - but it doesn’t make sense. Bad is an adjective – my bad what?