Good morning from a damp Bristol. It rained all day yesterday, but not sure if it did last night. We need the rain, but have forgotten what it’s like after the exceptionally dry summer. More is forecast today.
Yesterday was interesting. While at Tesco, I checked my phone for messages and saw one from the the occasional estate manager. My much anticipated spanking new working night storage heater due to be put in today, won’t. The installers’ van has broken down! 🤬 I first reported it to the manager in February, nothing was done. If it’s not done soon, it’ll be a cooold winter. I’m am not pleased!
The WI meeting was very interesting. A (female) journalist found out about all sorts of interesting women “who made Bristol”. Eg., in the early 1900s, a girl from a very poor background loved going to the cinema, some other cinema goers realised that she could read the titles so paid for her to go often, if she would read them for them…. She built up, a whole big group of attendees who couldn’t read either, etc.
DD telephoned; she never does. So I was a little anxious for the reason. She wanted to hear from me, also tell me that they were going away at half term, and she had a PCC meeting on Thursday. I normally dine there on Thursdays. I haven’t been for a fortnight. If I didn’t go this week, it will be 5 weeks without seeing/hearing from them. So be it. (I try very, very hard not to be needy, not to bother them, etc.)
Today, no heater! I’ve got to bake for the FAB cafe. I’ve got two meetings in the afternoon. One is a churchy thing I wouldn’t normally attend, but have been summoned as I’m on the PCC 🤨. The other is the “Later Life Hub”, including AgeUK. We shall be discussing the fete on 1st November, at which the vicar “kindly” volunteered me.
May all the mountaineers find a little chink of joy in their lives, especially fgt and md. 🌹🌷🌺
Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩