It has been in the news recently that the height of happiness in one's life is reached at the age of 74. Husband is aged 73. Husband is a quiet man, a very quiet man.
We enjoy, on a regular basis, "afternoon tea" with some old friends of ours. We visited them yesterday and had a jolly good "grumpy" afternoon. We have good fun putting the world to rights - I don't know who is the grumpiest. If you get Husband on to the subjects of global warming, green energy such as wind farms and space exploration he blows a fuse! But as Husband says one can be happy being grumpy!
This morning one of my close friends rang up from Colchester to alert us that her husband and son, both pilots, were arriving at Kemble Airfield, to pick up their plane which they had had to leave mid journey due to bad weather earlier in the week.
We arrived just in time at the "AV8" cafe next to the control tower where we had a chinwag whilst the condensation that had built up in the plane was dispersed.
All ready to set off - a bit of map reading in progress.
A stop on the way to the main runway to fill up with fuel.
A quick taxi down the runway.
Away they went! It was good to be back on the airfield after these long winter months. We stocked up with fish and chips before heading home. One has to wind one's way through the ever increasing steel birds which have come to their final roost before being demolished on site.
I have never got dressed so quickly in my life! Early this morning I swum my usual 30 lengths keeping an eye on the weather as we were expecting snow later in the day. I took a good long time in the shower but when I came out about 10 minutes later the ground was white and I have never seen such large snowflakes thudding down. The drive home takes 20 minutes so I thought I had better get a move on but the more I hurried to get dressed, dragging clothes over my still wet body, the more I got in a tangle!
Today our local regular plumber arrived to change the water descaling filter. He was all excited. His boss's ex-wife is the person who has won the £56 euromillions!!! Do you think we can expect a gold-plated water filter cartridge next change-over time? Oh no I think not!
Husband and I, after shopping in Waitrose, usually have a lemon yum yum and a cup of coffee and read their free newspapers! Yesterday, displayed on the counter were these buns - I think their usual name is finger buns. Well - not in our household! I attended a boarding school in the long distant days of my youth and every Tuesday and Thursday we were given these buns and a up of cocoa at break time. These buns were everyone's favourite at school, as you can imagine, us schoolgirls affectionally called them "greased rats"
Monday Night is "Quiz Night" at our local pub. The pub is a five minute walk away which is a really nice feature of where we live. During the afternoon it rained and just about the time we were due at the pub the temperate dipped below freezing. Husband and the other member of "The Street Walkers" team actually did walk but I chickened out due the slippery conditions and pressed my trusty bike into operation. I have the extra light on my head to charge up my brain whilst weaving my merry way to the pub! The extra brain boost, alas, did not do the trick and our team came fourth out of seven - but who cares - we really enjoy ourselves - thanks to the Quizmaster! Better luck next time!