I had no time to post yesterday -out with friends, as usual, in the morning (couldn't miss that) and then 'Dear Diary' class in the afternoon (only one more to go, so shall really miss that after next Friday).
Today the farmer is shooting and I have been to Teesside Park Shopping Centre with friend W. It is a venture into the 'real world' from our quiet little backwater (long may it remain that way) but it has meant that shopping in M and S has put a whole load of Christmas food into the freezer - the turkey, a nice joint of beef, a couple of vegetarian dishes (moussaka and a cheese, potato and onion pie) and two packs of 'ready to roast' parsnips. A chunk of my family is vegetarian, so I always have to be prepared. A couple of quiches without chorizo and a couple of pizzas and I am ready to go. Luckily they all adore my trifle, which is made in a trice, so that's it really.
Friends are coming to tea tomorrow, which will be nice - a nice chat and a nice little afternoon tea. What's not to like?
All our friends in the US seem to be having a terrible time with snow - here in the uk I think we just hope we don't end up getting it too. So often, what starts over there finds its way over here later.
Our journey to Teesside Park (due East from here) was a journey in and out of fog. Sometimes the sun could be glimpsed pushing its way through the cloud, other times it was dark with thick fog. When we came out of the shop the sky was blue and there was a glorious sun shining. But we came back through fog again before the sun met us near to home.
I was reading John Clare's Shepherd's Calendar for November the other day - my goodness, how well he knew his countryside and the seasons. As the poor man spent so much of his life in what was in those days called a 'lunatic asylum' one wonders how much better a life he would have had these days - drugs have made all the difference in so many cases like his. Thank goodness such places, with their draconian ways, no longer exist.