Well my dear the days are really flying past and as I’ve been away for a few weeks I’m rather out of touch with everything which has been going on around here.
I decided I should remedy the situation – what do you mean, you think that I’m just being nosy? Indeed I’m not – it’s really important that I know what has been going on in my absence.
I decided that I should take a quick visit to the library for a couple of reasons. The first was to return a couple of large print books I had borrowed. Unfortunately I still found them too difficult. No, nothing to do with my ability to read the written word – no need for any comments like that, thank you very much! No it’s just that I find it easier to read my Kindle. Large print books are all very well and good, but they are extremely heavy and difficult to hold when trying to read them, particularly when you need to hold a magnifying glass at the same time.
Another reason for my sojourn to the library was to check on the Knit and Natter Group which I started a few weeks ago. I manage to persuade one of the more sensible women in the group to lead it for the couple of weeks that I was going to be away. Now Delia is a great knitter, and has a good personality so I introduced her to the café staff and explained to them that she would be sitting in for me for a couple of weeks. Unfortunately Delia, although she is a lovely woman, isn’t blessed with a particularly good memory – oy, there’s no need for the not so cryptic comments about my memory. At least I make a note in my diary of the time of the meetings. It’s not difficult – same time, same day each week – what’s complicated about that! Nothing!! Apparently poor Delia turned up every morning – well, from Monday to Friday – to make sure she was there in readiness for anyone who may turn up for a meeting. Now why would she do that – we only have one meeting every week. I asked her why she went every day and the answer was that she didn’t want someone to turn up, not knowing when the group had its meeting and be disappointed. So Delia was there every morning “just in case!” I suppose I can vaguely understand her logic but there was a notice pinned up giving the day and time of the meetings. Anyway I had a quick word with the café staff and they said that everything was fine while I was away, although they did seem particularly pleased to see me again.
I stayed for a little chat with the staff members and they said that it was really good that I was back – I’m not sure why they seemed to be so enthusiastic that I’m here – I assume that something must have happened – however they didn’t mention anything specific, so I decided to ignore it.
After my visit to the library I decided to call in at The Roasted Bean for a quick coffee on my way back here. Yes, OK I know it’s only two minutes from home but it’s rather nice being able to pop in and out around the village. I’ve missed being able to do that while I’ve been away.
Talk about good timing, my dear – I arrived at our local coffee shop to find that Giselle was just leaving, after delivering some of her beautiful cakes and scones. It was lovely to see her, and she immediately decided to join me for a coffee. She was aware that I had been away as I sent her a text just before I left – not giving any details – so she wouldn’t worry about not seeing me at my window. G always looks up here when she goes in and out of The Roasted Bean and waves to me. I often receive a text saying that if it’s convenient she’ll come up for a coffee. Well, you know me my dear I’m always pleased to see her. To be honest, she’s wonderful value for money, as she keeps me up to date with a fair bit of the news. Now I’ve been out of the loop for a little while so I was eager to hear what she could tell me.
Apparently, she hasn’t been in Lavinia Court very much as she has been so busy baking, but fortunately while she was at The Roasted Bean making some deliveries she was able to chat with a few of the residents who went in for coffee. The main topic of conversation still seems to be the murders of Gordon, Peter and his sister although I would have expected that to have been “old news” by now. Apparently not – according to G who advised me that some residents are telling a completely different story about the murders. One of the elderly women who has a flat on the ground floor here delighted in telling G that apparently the three victims had been shot and she heard them cry out at the time. That in itself was a wonder as this particular woman is as deaf as a post. It’s normally G who embellishes stories – but not this time… Poor Bella, the elderly woman in question, said that the police officers had been round to see everyone, but she was the only person who heard the murders actually being carried out!! I’m sure the officers are used to hearing this sort of rubbish and know to ignore the stories of elderly, vulnerable and deaf residents. The officers are experienced in dealing with lonely folk who just enjoy having a chat with someone.
Apart from this, I had a lovely conversation with G. I do love seeing her. She has said that now I’m back she’ll do a little bit of baking for me and bring it round in a couple of days. Isn’t that kind of her?
After my coffee with Giselle it was time for me to come back to my little flat. My suitcase is now at the top of the wardrobe and my clothes have been laundered, so I’m beginning to feel normal again. I’m expecting Mrs. M and Teddy later so I hope to update you soon about that situation. I suppose I better have something to eat before I forget. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx