Still Monday.

Took this snap this morning as I walked in to town. I do like a town where you can see the countryside from the town centre. I know two decent sized towns (well, one of them is a city) in East Anglia where this can be done. The city is Ely, where you can stand near the market place, look along Fore Hill down towards the river, and see fields beyond. The other is Bury St. Edmund's, wheere you can stand outside the Corn Exchange, look down the hill, and see fields and trees. I suppose the sub-conscious reasoning is that if you can see to open countryside, then the town you are in can't really be that big and threatening. I suppose.
Having a fairly lazy day today after a three day antique fair at the weekend. Walked into town this morning, as stated. Put some cheques into bank, picked up a parcel at the sorting office, and posted a package off to Ruth (her birthday soon). Then bought Ann some carnations and walked home. Stopped two or three times to chat to friends and pick up latest news. It's that sort of town. We sometimes say 'just going to nip into town', but we never do actually 'nip' because we're invariably delayed by someone who needs to pass on (or occasionally be told) the latest snippets of gossip. Still - wouldn't have it any other way - it's a very sociable custom.
Whilst in Norfolk over the weekend collected two clock movements that will have to be put into good working order, then returned to their owners, and reunited with their cases, sometime around Christmas (or the new year). So must go and start work again, I suppose. Cheerio all.