Sunday.

Been a lovely weekend. Granddaughter Laura spent the weekend with us. She lives and works in London these day, so we picked her up at Manningtree station on Saturday morning and drove over to Bury St. Edmund's, where we met up with daughter Kerry, Laura's mama, and had lunch together at the Swedish Restaurant on Angel Hill. We then had a walk round the Abbey Gardens, and into the Cathedral. Where we met a lady who'd been a neighbour of ours in the early 1970s. She recognised us instantly, I'm glad to say, as, although we knew who she was (when she'd introduced herself) I'm not at all sure that either of us would have known her. Still, we had a pleasant ten minute chat with her.  Yesterday evening we had a good, three handed, game of scrabble - Laura said she was out of practice, but played an excellent game. This afternoon two of Laura's friends called (vaguely remembered them) and eventually bore Laura off on her journey back to London.

This afternoon just before four p.m. Jordan, who painted our house in the early summer, called with his family (by appointment) to show us his new baby daughter - Summer, which, they told us is the 'in' name this year. They chose it as being rather unusual, but already know of two other Summers. She's an absolute little charmer, and her brother Ryan, who is three, is a delight.

Their mother, Suzanne, was astonished to learn that we don't have a television, but, just as they were leaving (at around six o'clock) said to Ann that it had been really lovely to "just sit and talk - without the television".

As I said at the start of this entry - been a lovely weekend.   Off to bed now - Goodnight all.