Cancer 23° (July 13)
We arrived in Diss where No. 3 picked us up at the station. We wanted to get some good wine/champers so asked him to take us to a decent place; he had no gas in his car so we filled it up and went off the Wickendon or some such. It’s where the farmers market is and we’ve been their a few times before. I haven’t been taking any instagram photos but I will start doing once a day. H. drives way too fast and S. was a bit panicked. Anyway we arrived back to find No. 2 and her German boyfriend, whom we hadn’t met, taking natural light photographs of product for the website and such for the new store, simply called PASCALE which we shall go and see tomorrow. Something I’m looking very much forward to. Suffolk is beautiful and the house is beautiful and the kind of loveable mess I miss—a painter on a ladder doing his bit in an overall redecorating scheme, cupboards having been emptied out, their contents stacked (along with stock for the store) into what used to be a sort of kids computer/games room. No. 3 made himself a sandwich leaving his plate, and oversized ketchup bottles and mayonaise and pickle jars on the table. The photography team were getting wonderful shots which I caught in glimpses as I passed by their laptops. Little Reg (the dog) was so adorable when we arrived and genuinely remembered us which was so cute. He stationed himself on the top step to the landing where our room was waiting looking lovely.
I forgot how much I love gin tonics with cucumber oh my my. P did come home looking very stylish indeed and caught us up on the store plans in bits and bobs while we made drinks and toured the garden and helped her cut some sweet peas as No. 2 and German boyfriend shifted from photography to cheffing and No. 4 collected courgettes. We caught up on some family and friendly gossip, Reg underfoot, and otherwise entertained each others with stories old and new. We lay the table, we cleared the kitchen islands, we made another round of drinks, we put flowers into vases, we ground spices, we laughed and it was suddenly ten o’clock when we sat down to eat, M. not yet arriving from London. An eggplant curry with spinach and rice and sautéed chickpeas. We made a plate for M. who did arrive an hour into it after more stories about our dreams and favorite films and sketches. Kate McKinnon’s ears were ringing. More deep belly laughs and anecdotes and then a half-assed attempt at cleaning up and then off to bed where I apparently started to immediately snore so S. has taken refuge in a nearby bedroom of which there are surplus; and I’ve been awake since five as, instead of poor madwoman screaming (M. thinks it was Arlene) I have been roused by an embarrasment of wood pidgeons (you can’t call it) cooing (as it is way too loud) right outside the window, where they seem to be inhabiting the vegetation growing up the stone exterior. I’m exhausted and will have to try and find a way to nap this afternoon. Apparently No. 3 leaves his bedroom window wide open and one of these giant birds has flapped its way indoors
P. is coming back to London with us on Monday which I hope means we’ll have a lovely meal together just the four of us. I do want to find a way to talk to E. about doing some illustrations. We are meeting Susie regarding our Paris accommodation and I’ve had word from JLL, who seems to be struggling on the family front, regarding our NYE plans already if you can believe it. Well do believe it because things do happen rather quickly and snap your fingers and before you know it. I do want to find an accompanist for Christmas show but I don’t want to have to wait to put the band together. Or I suppose I could let it go. That might be hard to do. Surely we can find somebody talented we can work with. Who knows we might even alight on a better situation then what we’ve had in the past, but I seriously doubt that as we’ve been working with the best now year on year.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
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