Very sharp wind blowing down from the Arctic and really no other way to describe the day than a cold one. H, my friend and neighbour, is ninety today - this is where she has six weeks or so on me -I am ninety on Hallowe'en. Priscilla and I went round early with a pretty card and a small present. The small present I have ordered has not come - just a letter to say it is out of stock and they will send it as soon as new stock arrives in.
Friend W called in this morning and we had a pleasant morning chatting about this and that. Our friend D, who is gay, has got the star letter in Saga magazine this month and we speculated what he might do with the £100 star letter prize!
Friend H has just arrived. We said we would have a tea cake toasted this afternoon so I shall close down and come back when she has gone. It is now six o'clock and she has returned home so here I am again but with nothing much to add. We have chatted all afternoon so her birthday has passed pleasantly enough. Now that the sun has gone down it really is chilly. I have a feeling that British summertime ends anytime soon. I can't be bothered to go and look at the calendar but once 'proper' time kicks in and it gets dark early then it really is Autumn.
See you on the morrow.