||[Jul. 13th, 2013|09:21 am]
My mother said there weren't any red or black currants this year but I foraged among the bushes and picked enough for a couple of meals. We stewed them and ate them with cream/ice cream.|
Yesterday afternoon we went looking for a bookcase to house all the books we're buying from charity shops. We found an antique shop that was selling heavy duty late Victorian clobber for three figure sums and a Scandi-style furniture store that was having a sale but could offer nothing suitable for less than £80. I was thinking of a ceiling of £20. This is an affluent area- and we were naive to think we'd find anything to fit our budget in the nearby villages. Now we're going to try Freecycle. If the piece we source is a bit battered Ailz- who has done a mental inventory- tells me the garage is full of oils and paints and varnishes left behind by my father.
Today is the day of the village fete. Jenny has accompanied my mother in former years and tells me I'll meet lots of horsey people in gum boots. My mother says parking will be a problem.