It has been a lovely week end here - both weather wise and visitor wise. Lunch with lovely company at friend W's on Saturday, yesterday lunch out with son and daughter in law. Today catching up with washing, ironing and the like ready for the week end when friends are coming to stay.
I am not as fast (in the nicest possible way) as I used to be and I have to make lists before I begin , so I sat down this morning, wrote out what I was going to feed them on and made lists for shopping.
That done I now have all week to think about it and decide whether or not I have forgotten anything.
How easy it is to have people to stay these days and how lucky we are to have such a huge supply of goods to choose from. Here in our little town we have a really good deli, the best Co-op I have ever been in, a super Friday market for fish and fruit and vegetables and several really good bread and cake shops where the goods are baked on the premises so that tempting smells waft down the street.
When I was a child we did have people to stay sometimes - aunts and uncles or honorary aunts and uncles- but the whole thing was a major operation. No cars involved as far as my family were concerned; no such luxury. It was train (steam and stopping at every station) and the bus.
Food for their stay was carefully planned but as my mother baked her own bread and currant bread (plum bread as it was called in Lincolnshire) and my father grew all our salads and vegetables there was nothing fancy - just good, plain food.
My last job for the day has been to wash both dog beds. I always fear that the bungalow smells of dog - I think one can get used to such a smell, although speaking to my neighbour earlier when she saw the beds on the line, she assured me she had never smelt dog round here - slightly reassuring.
The last day of perfect weather I believe. Already there is a much stronger breeze than there has been and the weather is set to go downhill from here onwards. New plants in my new border will be delighted.