You might imagine from the long silence that John and I had embarked on another little series of holiday jaunts, possibly to sunnier climes, but no such luck. We have been firmly and happily rooted here, but very busily so.
Two more village funerals, one of which was for poor Janet’s father, who has not been well for some time but will be very much missed by his family who had all given him much time, care and devotion doing all they could to keep him at home. His dread, like many people of his ilk, my father Douglas included, was that he should have to end his days in hospital. I’m happy to say that neither of our fathers did.
As well as such sad occasions we have as always had much pleasure and enjoyment running our two holiday cottages. (It seems funny calling our two lovely and rather special barn conversions ‘cottages’, but there you go, as they say…) One of the reasons we enjoy it so much is because we are fortunate enough always to have such lovely, appreciative guests. And at the moment, with short breaks the order of the day, we are seeing twice as many as we do during the summer.
The other thing which is occupying much time and no little concentration as well, is the run up to the DRCS Comic Revue, the first performance of which is this very Saturday. The synchronised mopping routine I and our little team of four have got down to a T; the thing that I am having most heartache over is voice projection in the skit John and I do together.
The second performance of our Comic Revue is in a very large hall in Ashover with I think no sound amplification. John’s words come all from behind a newspaper, he having established a complete inability (unwillingness) to learn any words. He has the extra advantage of a strong voice that carries well so he has little to worry him whereas I am struggling under a double set of disadvantages…but will no doubt survive. The whole thing is a lot of fun, anyway.