It is still raining. Mum went out early to pick up Mrs Ramsbotham to do some shopping in town, and to have a ringside seat when somebody from Coronation Street switches on the Christmas lights. There is no point telling mum that we are still in the middle of Trinity (Trinity 14 next Sunday, to be precise), for the Flower Ladies are already talking excitedly about poinsettias and holly and the Flower Ladies’ Christmas Party. I am very surprised that the Flower Ladies are being allowed to have another Christmas Party after the embarrassing scenes last year when a Strippogram gorilla turned up with a seasonal cask of sweet sherry and a can of spray-on cream and the parish hall had to be closed for a week so that the ceiling could be cleaned.
But a busy day is in prospect, and I must knuckle to. The Raindrop Prelude needs a little more attention and I must race to finish Goldfinger, for another 11p rings up on the library till every 24 hours that it is in my care. Luckily the fridge is full, so I shall not starve.
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