Change of plan

Despite the Fox's cold, we venture out in the afternoon to get some essential chores done ie collect our prescriptions. Since we're out, we top up with petrol & venture on to the Pub.

Towards the end of the afternoon, Mr P arrives with a stranger. He introduces us all. The conversation continues. As we go, we say farewell to all, including Mr P & his friend, who have sat on their own at the bar.

At this point Mr P suddenly turns to his friend & says, referring to us, " And they're coming to the concert on Saturday."

We look at each other blankly. What concert?

"I told you about it a while back & you said you'd come."

That did at least register a bell with us. "Oh, you've brought the Big Band over from Germany." Christian, the stranger, agrees. "But you said December, not September. We've even put it in the diary then," we tell Mr P.

So it is we're now going to a concert on Saturday evening. Big band music.We've had to rearrange our plans. First the Fox is going to have to get rid of his cold, in double quick time. No bad thing. Secondly we're having the Saturday roast today. We bought the guinea fowl on Wednesday & we're looking forward to it. By the time it's cooked & eaten I wouldn't want to be setting out for a concert in the evening. Tomorrow will have to be something quick & easy, a lamb curry perhaps.