In the UK Bank Holiday Weekends are notorious for their bad weather and, according to reports, the Whit weekend was threatening to be the same. In the end it was actually very nice and sunny.
The weekend started late for me as I needed to get a quote out to a client and we were missing some crucial information from our French colleagues. Some of us were stuck at work for a few extra hours until we managed to knock something together. Sue and I were going to go around to friends to watch the last Friends episode, but we ended up flopping in front of the TV at home.
Saturday we spent some time out in the garden and at the allotment, planting and weeding (again). That afternoon we drove up to Joyce & Terry’s where we sorted out plans for our upcoming holiday to Italy and cracked open a bottle or two before dinner. Friends joined us for a lovely meal, entertaining and lively conversation and a bit more to drink (I am going to have to learn to drink some water – I had the worst case of sweats, headache and queasiness during that night... ever!).
On Sunday we talked to my folks in NZ about the upcoming holiday - they are joining us here in the UK and in Italy too (something we are all looking forward to very much). Afterwards we took the dog for a walk in the woods where we saw some deer. As the ground was still quite muddy we made Sue swap her girlie flip-flops for ‘lesbian’ rambling boots. Later on (Sue having changed back into girlie footware) we went up to walk around the gardens at the nearby Waddesdon Manor…
Waddesdon Manor
…a truly over the top mish-mash of styles and influences, all covered in layers of gilt.
We also visited their garden shop and bought a few plants for home (and a few for the allotment to make up for the occasional seed failure).
Bank Holiday Monday we went back down to the allotment where we worked until our neighbours rang and invited us out to lunch. We met up and walked through the park to The Grange where again we ate and drank (hmm… a theme develops, no wonder we have not lost any more weight recently).
But then it was all over… now back to work (last week for Sue. After Friday she becomes a kept woman). We found out that our neighbour and another friend have Mondays off, so I can see them becoming the ladies-that-lunch (I am totaly jealous).
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Hi Mark, nice story! You made me think of a story writing competition I entered some years ago. You had to write a complete story in 50 words exactly! Here's mine:
The last man on earth shuffled through the ruins of nuclear devastation. The silence of the land echoing the lonliness in his heart.
Suddenly, a cry to his left revealed a woman. Visions of a new Eden crashed into his mind.
"My name's Adam, what's yours?"
"Oh", she said, "Ethel . . ."
I got it published in the after competition book too!
all the best,
Ian Milnes
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