Surprisingly, I have managed to find a little bit of wireless internet in this desert. I am enjoying extraordinarily warm (8C) sunny days here in Norfolk (UK) and conducting a high density relative visitation; thankfully many of them are rendezvousing with us here rather than us rushing around the country.
She seems pretty settled and it seems to have a pleasant atmosphere. The coordination of all the necessary helpers to enable her to stay in her old home was proving too complex. I was going to say that the building in which the home is situated was actually older than the sum of the resident’s ages (but that would make it BC) but it used to be a bishop’s summer residence many hundreds of years ago, and has been many other things since. The building must be a nightmare to maintain and operate, but it does make for some interesting rooms and it’s surrounded by lovely old gardens with abundant paths for easy walking. It seems very strange visiting mum but not staying with her: I feel yet one step further distant again.
I made my annual trip to Norwich with my sister. I go there these days as much to admire the historic buildings as for any other reason. (Although I will admit that the procurement of future supplies of Thornton’s chocolates is a powerful draw.)
The scenery, shops and houses are so delightful in North Norfolk and, yes, you can purchase squirrels for consumption from the butchers!
The double-knit scarf is coming along well, but now I need to spend some quality time with my mitten thumb.