...day was Friday. It was our wedding anniversary, and to say it celebrated a few years would be an understatement. Not as many as some, but a fair few. The day was saddened though by the passing of an old family friend. The day he should've been celebrating his 90th birthday he passed away. A grand age, but a sad day...
The skies above us have been quiet. We have some noise from the odd passing fighter jet, but these with commercial airlines have been stopped from flying here...so, if this affects you and your holiday, you have my sympathy...if like my youngest son you live near an airport, you can make the most of these few days of respite. Commercially damaging I know, but for those who live near them...just a few days of peace.
I'm not sure how many balls I have in the air at present. Juggling maybe an art, and in reality it's not something I have ever been able to do, but with projects...I can cope. The kitchen is nearly complete, the taps are on their way and the worktops should be measured this week. A new (old) cupboard entered our lives on Saturday, when we visited Steptoes in Dereham and fell in love with an old oak four door cupboard, perfect for crockery and linens. Skirtings went on over the weekend, plumbing in place, so now all I need are three strong men here at the same time and the larder can go upright, rather than laying forlornly on it's side...waiting. We're getting there.
A downside to the weekend, my team lost...they should've won if the pictures were anything to go by, but the opposing goalkeeper had one of those matches, where everything he touched(and he touched a lot) went away...I knew he'd be our downfall this match, but I guess it makes the locals around here happy...so everyone should be going around with a smile on their face. Maybe Delia will make a celebratory cake. An annoying thing about it...those teams around us all dropped points too, so we could've climbed. Hey ho!!