Like old times

It was like old times. There was a good turn out in Geriatrics' Corner. PD had escaped. Lin, his wife, was at the Harrogate Flower Show. He'd done the list of chores she'd left & a few others so he felt he'd earnt the right to indulge a bit. He always brings an extra vibrancy & colour to things when he comes.

Fran & Den were there too. The greenhouse/conservatory they're having built has hit problems. It was all erected on Monday (see Tuesday's blog). The man returned on Tuesday to put some lead over the join to the building when one huge pane of reinforced glass shattered. No new glass has arrived. The man who's supposed to do the concreting for the floor is off sick, so now Fran & Den are waiting. Den is keen to sort the electrics but daren't until the extension is rainproof. Fran is keen to see the new carpet down & throw a party to celebrate. But, instead, now they wait.

Helen, Mrs B & Little B are all in good form. Mr P is in, too. Altogether a good turn out, full of lively conversation & laughter.

When we came to go we said our farewells to those we won't see again before our holidays. Mr P is put out we're not saying farewell to him. I point out we'll be seeing him again before, I should think. He perks up & remembers he's going to join us at the airport hotel we're staying at. Then he suddenly remembers he's departing for Paris from Liverpool, & we're going from Manchester. And he's the one who's supposed to be the conference organiser! Can't even organise us both to be at the same city!