Well another few days have passed my dears and I really don’t know where the time has gone. I decided to frog the waistcoat I’m knitting and start again a couple of sizes smaller. I feel much happier with it now. Incidentally, I know that Mrs. M’s sister – she lives on the Isle of Islay – has sent me a present of some yarn. Isn’t that kind of her? When it arrives I will endeavour to photo it for you.
I’ve been expecting to bump into Gordon every time I’ve been out, but he seems to have done a disappearing trick. Unfortunately, the entrants for the Talent Contest haven’t disappeared into the ether with him. I’ve now discovered that he hasn’t limited the applicants to folk who live within the complex. No, that would have been too straightforward for our Gordon. There are posters dotted around – in the library, the coffee shop and even a couple of local taxis have them, with application forms left conspicuously at the side.
The icing on the cake is that he’s invited the youngsters from the local playgroup. We are to be treated to two dozen pre-schoolers “singing” – I believe it’s a tune – but it’s unrecognisable. I have managed to establish the words, which are rather clever – if I could find a piano I could play the tune – well the official version, but that is completely different song from the one the little darlings are murdering!
However, my dears, I’m sure you didn’t come just to hear about the caterwauling “choirs” rehearing in our once tranquil day-lounge. I understand that there are several groups of singers – I call them that, for lack of a better, more appropriate word! The talent contest is taking place on Monday, 27th August which is a Bank Holiday. I’m not sure it is the best choice of date, as many families will be away that week with schools beginning the new school year – the autumn term, the following week. However, it is what it is, and to change the date now would be impossible and look terribly amateurish. I had originally thought that the talent contest would be purely for members of this complex. Obviously Gordon decided to expand it – perhaps he felt that there wasn’t sufficient interest from the residents.
As I mentioned earlier, I haven’t been able to speak with Gordon, so I’m more than a little concerned about the organisation of the event. I have a horrible feeling that Gordon just expects that things will sort themselves out without any input from him or anyone else.
Mrs. M and I went for a coffee to the Roasted Bean the other day. I’m really glad we did as it gets us both out for an hour or so and we are able to “people watch”, without it being too obvious. We had intended just to go for coffee (well, as you know my dears I prefer a hot chocolate), but the time had moved on much faster than we planned and it was almost noon when we went out. We made the decision that we would have a light snack to save us bothering with lunch when we came back. If you’re not careful, lunch ends up being at 2 pm and then you really don’t want to eat until 7 or 8 pm and the evening has disappeared completely. I really dislike eating too late in the evening as it tends to give me indigestion. That being the case, we both opted to have a small salad of smoked salmon mousse which was delicious. The portion size suited us admirably as it was listed on the menu as a starter. We both decided to have a starter and then a dessert – I had a chocolate and raspberry brownie with ice cream and Mrs. M had a scone with home-made jam and cream.
It was lovely to have a little unexpected treat and it was quite reasonably priced as well. After lunch we both came back here for a short time and had another pot of tea. Mrs. M didn’t even have room for one of her favourite shortbread biscuits!
Right my dears, I really must be going now. I just wanted to give you a little update before I forgot about it. It’s now time for me to think about making some lunch. Perhaps I’ll have a little sandwich, although I’m not very hungry today. I’m going to do some knitting this afternoon, and I really hope that I’m not disturbed by the not so dulcet sounds of the various singers. Until next time, my dears – As Always –
With Love – Jan xx