Friday.

 

Above photo is of Ann, Gran, and family friend Phoebe, celebrating Gran's hundred and first birthday last November in (of all places) a Pizzeria in Ely. Chosen by Gran as some of her children grandchildren, and great grandchildren had taken her there and given her a taste for that sort of thing. Very decent meal it was, too.
This blog is really just to report that I think our leaking cellar problem has been solved (fingers, etc. crossed). When you live in a sixteenth century house, built on a fourteenth century undercroft with some earlier bits, you really don't expect teething problems from the older and more respectable parts. Although, in fairness, the plumbing arrangements that gave trouble are certainly no older than late Victorian. Now all that remains is a thorough drying out, then a certain amount of redecoration. Could be worse, although my chief medical adviser has dared me to do any redecorating pro tem (note young brother's classical influence - pro tem, indeed!!!). Oh, by the way - Chief Medical Adviser i.e. Ann.
Got one or two quick jobs to do, then wooden hill time, I think- (up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire, Lori. Old, feeble, Nannyish joke). Goodnight all.