Definitely Panicking
Aside
That’s the holiday over and the Commodore lived up to its reputation of being a lovely restful holiday place with delicious food and a caring staff. The weather was, in turn; dull, foul, and latterly, great when I did part of the Tarka Trail. Pix later.
Have noted requests and will do my best but realistically normality will be resumed when guests leave Sunday week. I hope the grand –children will help me iron out a few problems and tidy up the site.
Kath fancy you having kin in Barnstaple – it’s an interesting town but not great to drive through. Nea, I’ll be around when things quieten down. Hoss, you’ll always be a genius to me. Sam, I sympathise – I had to keep checking and rechecking. Doc you were beaten by a girl and you will have to learn to live with it. Savannah, I’m getting busier by the minute. Naomi and I’m finding the cross-words are getting harder and harder. Shane that’s for me to know… Anna – it’ll be a job for the grand-kids – not MTL! Kim that sounds more Ayres than Emerson?
So – as Mum used to say - which drove us all nuts – all hands to the pump!
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Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Jackie’s Birthday Bash.
Aside
The weather was torrential showers and the traffic report spoke of an accident in Nether Stowey with both roads closed. I began to think of plan B and tried to phone the pub to see if they had any up to date info. By the time I got through it was almost time to leave and, remembering the honeycomb ice-cream I decide to risk it.
En route we had coffee in an attractive lay-by (the showers stopped whilst I dispensed from the boot (trunk) and I asked a lorry driver about the state of the road. He pronounced it clear so we carried on. By the time we arrived at ‘The Friendly Spirit’ we were early; it was deluging down so we sat in the car and chatted whilst the windows got all steamy.
After putting the world to right we discussed Dawn French’s (comedienne) recent statement that she had known from the age of six that she would die young( 50 next birthday) that she was going to do one last tour and then retire to her mansion in Cornwall to write a book and await the end.
Lunch was very pleasant and everyone was cheerful. Margaret suggested a fashion show of period clothes in Porlock in November in aid of the museum and we decide to make a day of it then. There is also a new life-size wood carving of the mysterious stranger in Coleridge’s Kubla Khan which I would like to see. On the way home we drove carefully through small lakes. The girls said it was a lovely drive and congratulated me on my new found confidence and also approved the hair style.
The weather had been disappointing and we didn’t get to explore but as Joy said
‘It’s been a lovely day. Back to reality!’
Aside
The weather was torrential showers and the traffic report spoke of an accident in Nether Stowey with both roads closed. I began to think of plan B and tried to phone the pub to see if they had any up to date info. By the time I got through it was almost time to leave and, remembering the honeycomb ice-cream I decide to risk it.
En route we had coffee in an attractive lay-by (the showers stopped whilst I dispensed from the boot (trunk) and I asked a lorry driver about the state of the road. He pronounced it clear so we carried on. By the time we arrived at ‘The Friendly Spirit’ we were early; it was deluging down so we sat in the car and chatted whilst the windows got all steamy.
After putting the world to right we discussed Dawn French’s (comedienne) recent statement that she had known from the age of six that she would die young( 50 next birthday) that she was going to do one last tour and then retire to her mansion in Cornwall to write a book and await the end.
Lunch was very pleasant and everyone was cheerful. Margaret suggested a fashion show of period clothes in Porlock in November in aid of the museum and we decide to make a day of it then. There is also a new life-size wood carving of the mysterious stranger in Coleridge’s Kubla Khan which I would like to see. On the way home we drove carefully through small lakes. The girls said it was a lovely drive and congratulated me on my new found confidence and also approved the hair style.
The weather had been disappointing and we didn’t get to explore but as Joy said
‘It’s been a lovely day. Back to reality!’
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