Well the Royal Baby Girl has arrived, so that is one bit of important news out of the way in good time before Thursday isn't it. I am not a Royalist in particular, but as with any couple, it is nice when their baby arrives promptly and is well - and, most importantly, - is loved. That is certainly true of this young lady. I wonder what she is to be called. No doubt we shall hear in due course.
The Queen is in Richmond, about seven miles from here, today for the amalgamation of two regiments. She is taking the salute in Richmond castle, which stands on top of a hill in a windy, exposed position. Our Queen is a toughie and even at 89 she will no doubt stand there in a freezing cold wind and take it on the chin, whereas I have chickened out of taking Tess for a walk (too cold, I complained to farmer). I am sure she will be delighted that it is a girl - the first one for quite a long time.
Today has been the church coffee morning. Friend W and I always go, and now friend J always joins us too. It is well-attended - maybe fifty or so this morning. It is a pound entry and there is a raffle, a pie stall (the lady's pies are delicious) a home-made card stall and a baking stall. Today I bought a turkey lasagne (which we had for lunch . They are always delicious) and a chicken leek and mushroom pie topped with mashed potato, which I have frozen.
The trouble with regular events like this though is that they make time go so quickly, and as one gets older that happens without any extra help. A Coffee Morning on the first Saturday in the month, hairdresser each Thursday lunchtime, exercise class every Wednesday afternoon, cleaning lady every Monday morning, meeting friends for coffee every Friday morning - the week passes by in a flash.
I am reading an excellent book -'Regeneration' by Pat Barker, first published in 1991. It is a book about damaged people in a hospital for officers during the First World War. It leaves nothing to the imagination and is gruesome in the extreme. Pat Barker really does get across the dreadful awfulness of the conflict. It is compulsive - if not entirely pleasant - reading. It centres on Seigfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen amongst others. Barker must have done hugely extensive study of the war to write such a powerful book.
It is The Festival of Food and Drink here in our little market town this week end. People come to it from far and wide. Locals tend to stay away from the congestion - and this year from the cold and damp weather too.