On Friday morning we motored across to Forward Green to fix a minor problem on a long case clock, which I had supplied to friends of ours just over 30 years ago. Fixed minor problem, but found another (potential) problem that I didn't have spares for, so will have to return. Arranged to go for lunch with them a few weeks hence. On way home went to look at Needham Market Church and took above snap of doorway. It's an unusual church being beside the High Street and with no churchyard. It has a lovely angel roof, not as good as St. Wendreda's in March (Cambridgeshire), or Upwell (in Norfolk), but pretty good all the same. Later on Friday went to cinema club to see Mama Mia. Peculiar thing. Cast looked vaguely human, but sounded and behaved as if a totally alien race, pursuing strange ends in unspecified country on unfamiliar planet. I couldn't make much of it (as you'll probably have already gathered). Still, Ann said she enjoyed it, so worth going to.
Yesterday motored over to Wisbech, lunched and spent afternoon with Gran. Last week she'd been rather poorly. She's a good deal better now, and as cheerful as ever, bless her. In the evening we went on to March, where Kerry had arranged a party for Laura in the United Services Hall. Laura, who is nineteen, is about to push off on a trip round the world, so this was a going away party. There was a very loud discotheque with a disc jockey. Liz, Georgia, Matthew, and Beth turned up, as did Sarah, Mikey, Amelia, Lucey, and Guy, together with about fifty of Laura's friends, and a very good time was had by all, including Ann and meself. Got home just after midnight tired and happy.
Today has been (so far) the usual quiet Sunday, enlivened (just before the morning service) by the organist (Bob) having a (to my mind thoroughly justified) go at one of the churchwardens regarding his lack of organisation and communication. Bob is usually such a quiet, easy going, chap, that it came as quite a surprise to everyone. It was done, quietly, effectively, and well. Don't suppose it'll bring about any permanent improvement, though. Still, it relieved everyone's feelings. 'Bye all.
3 comments:
I always find it slightly disconcerting when people break into song in the middle of a film, unless of course they are running around on deserted mountain slopes in which case it's not quite so embarrassing.
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I suppose it's because we know that there's no one to witness their behavioural oddities on the top of a mountain, although then the thought sneaks in that someone must be behind the camera cranking the handle?????
What on earth was Gran doing singing up a mountain? No wonder she felt poorly! She must be slowing down, it's not like her to get caught by the papparazzi even if they crank their cameras really fast! And shouldn't you address her as Mama-in-legati-Mia and Nea be calling her Gran-Mama Mia? This is all very confusing - clearly an italianate romaunt.
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