Not having been to Seaford because of the weather and one thing and another I have lost track of the days and today got prepared to have my premises tidied up for the help, a day early. Hope I'm not losing my marbles.
Glad to say the weather has been pleasant for a couple of days though it looks now as though it might take a turn for the worse.
Yesterday I was greeted warmly by my daughter's friend from Brazil. I had not seen her for several years. She and her husband are on a six week trip to Europe. She said she must do it before she gets too old. She is about 30 years younger than I am! (I didn't tell her I went to Sri Lanka, India, Singapore and Malaya when in my 70s, and if you travelled with my husband it was guaranteed not to be a luxury trip!)
I have heard from a lady that she has been promised two tickets for the Memorial Dedication in London and has given me her mobile phone number. Since there will be at least 5,000 people there and I don't know what she looks like it will be interesting to see if we manage to meet.
Another of my weird expression dilemmas. "She was at his beck and call" I must have used this expression myself and today I wondered "why beck"? Perhaps it comes from beckon.
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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