A Wednesday Witter
Ooh it’s nice to sit down and have a bit of a chat. Our last visitor, for a while, left this morning and I planned to spend the day in bed but after a 6.30am start and the washing machine churning we have sunshine and there’s lots to do. Our handy man is finishing making our front entrance immaculate. Normally we never use it but that’s going to change. MT L thinks we should put our old horse shoe up - which we used to have at the cottage (if he can find it) but I feel with the all white- walls and red tile floor I’d like a bit of art. I’m feeling Aztec but am being restrained until we ‘give it more thought.’
Have you noticed how bloggers seem to be dropping like flies? Such a pity! And have you noticed the paucity of flies this year? Fine by me. I suppose it is – like everything else - down to global warming. I have a big blob of calamine on my cheek (face) covering a bite from some pesky creature.
I meant to tell you about Joy’s birthday outing. An indication of how long it has been since we last went to Exbridge, on the last visit I bought a fornium plant; it grew and grew and finally was swamping the garden and in any case the plant looked out of place. I dug it up – with difficulty - and replaced it with an Acanthus Mollis that also grew and grew and last year I dug it up but it bloomed again this year and obviously won’t go quietly. That’s just to illustrate that it was quite a few years since we visited the Anchor Inn. It stands beside a pack horse bridge on the river Exe and the 17th C Inn is mentioned in RD Blackmore’s novel ‘Lorna Doone.’
We discovered the new owners had only moved in the day before but we were made very welcome and had a good lunch with just one blip. The curry Margaret and I ordered was not hot enough (temperature) but Margaret sweetly suggested they stick in the micro wave for a while and it was fine and we were given complimentary poppadoms.
Joy opened just one of her presents from us as she wanted to save the other for the actual day. Inevitably I wondered if this would be our last with Margaret but hey we have another on Friday (Jackie’s B) so DV we’ll all be together again. After months of inactivity on the housing market Margaret suddenly got two offers one day so things are moving apace and at present I can’t get hold of her so imagine she’s at the other end where they have found a house they like.
We planned to visit the nursery after lunch but it was closed all day. Ending up at our local one I bought a real orchid. Joy admired it and said she would like one like that so I offered it to her. She refused as she said she had too many – she has six which she keeps going from year to year. I agreed and kept it.
