Whatever normal is. I have had a visitor staying for a few days and it has been lovely. We have spent many hours down memory lane. My visitor was my niece and as there are only eleven years between us, in many ways we were like sisters. Each time we meet there is a lot of catching up to do.
Also we have been out and about. Yesterday we went to Kirby Lonsdale in Cumbria - about forty miles away through spectacular scenery. We had a mooch round the shops, already full of Christmas things, and a walk to Ruskin's Lune View, which I have talked about on here several times in the past. After a lovely lunch of Blackened salmon served on a bed of saute garlic potatoes with tzatziki we came back by a different route. Sadly dear blogging friends, I blotted my copy book!
Driving along a narrow road I pulled over too far to let another approaching car have more road and caught my wing mirror on a piece of hedge which was sticking out. 'Bang' the glass in the wing mirror broke. I do hope it is not seven years bad luck.
The farmer was wonderfully unfazed by it (it is his car). This afternoon he has gone into Northallerton to take my niece to the station to catch her train home and to get a replacement wing mirror glass. I did offer to pay for the mirror but he turned down the offer - it is wonderful being married to someone who goes along with such an even temper and in such a state of generosity. He has earned a lot of Brownie points in addition to the pile he already had.
This morning we have walked round Richmond and called in the King's Head for hot chocolate and a toasted teacake - neither of which we really needed - so now I am feeling over full of food.
Still, chatting over old times has been lovely, as it always is.
Tomorrow I hope to be back to normal. Today has been voting day for the new Police commissioners. No-one has been round to canvass for votes here, there have been no fliers pushed through letter boxes - I have no idea about who is standing, what their policies are, what the job entails. I shall therefore not be voting. If the candidates can't be bothered to call and discuss it with me, I can;t be bothered to go and vote. Some people are predicting a turn out in single figures. Tomorrow will tell. Did you vote?