It was our monthly Poetry meeting today in friend W's conservatory. Friend S always calls for me and today she had her two black labs in the car - kind soul that she is, her partner was out and she didn't want to leave them at home, so they lay in the back of the car quite happily.
Today there were only seven of us but the poetry we read was so enjoyable - S read all Seamus Heaney, always a joy to listen to; we had Philip Larkin, John Betjamen, Pam Ayres and many more and then a lovely chat between poems. It really is the most civilised afternoon and we are all so grateful for friend W's hospitality.
It is the Quarter finals of Bake Off tonight. It is one of the few programmes to which the farmer and I are addicted (New Tricks is another) and tonight with its cream horns and creme patisserie sounds suitably complicated. How they manage to talk to the camera at the same time as they are baking these complicated recipes I just cannot imagine.
Friends from America (Boston and Washington) are calling for coffee in the morning, so I shall have to be up with the lark. Time now to go and empty the dishwasher. See you tomorrow.