The 1940's week end was set to end at around five today. Yesterday torrential rain fell in the morning for a couple of hours and then it was a lovely day. Today dawned fair and the sun has shone for most of the day. At about a quarter past four the sky filled with black clouds and by half past four heavy rain was falling again. So I would say that the people who arranged the weekend have been jolly lucky. All those posh uniforms, all those elegant hats, fur stoles and glamorous dresses can go back home and be stored in their wardrobes in pristine condition.
I didn't go. Instead we went for our usual Sunday lunch - all four of us today - and then sat in the bar over tea/coffee until almost half past four. Now I am home and shall put on the News to see whether Chris Froome was triumphant - I do hope so, it was richly deserved.
After that I intend to watch 'Wild Alaska'. The farmer and I went many times to Canada and the US and the one trip we intended to make and never got to do was to go up the inside passage to Alaska. So I shall watch it from the comfort of my armchair; now that I am so immobile the chances of going are getting more remote by the day.