Tony went to church with his sister this morning.... nobody died of shock. I think it was to pray for balmy summer weather and it obviously worked. It's 26c and just glorious in a way that very special english summers are.
I stayed home...figuring God will visit if I need him or he has something to tell me.
I cooked the brunch - if only to avoid the constant procrastination over wheteher we should eat and what it should be. I think Margaret is appreciating the company and she certainly woolfed the eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes ( why don't Aussie tomatoes taste like English ones?) and the pork sausages which were to doe for.
So what does one do in a model English village on a Sunday?? Well you watch the cricket on the village green. But first...you go to visit the open gardens. A whole row of stunning old houses bordering the village green opened their English country gardens to raise money for charity this Sunday afternoon. Stunning Summerhouses and lawns...Pimms number 1 and strawberries and queen. I can't imagine anything more english. It's amazing how many people take photographs of flowers...even not very spectacular flowers. Yet no-one took a photo of the biggest Poppy I have ever seen in my life.
In a village like HW- everyone knows everyone else and there's a great sense of community. but apart from Sunday cricket and open gardens, there isn't a stunning social life. ( though there's a pub with a "garden quiz - not sure if that's a quiz on the gardens we saw - on Monday nights with a £20 prize.....now THAT'S rock and roll)
Evereyone over 50 seems very OLD.... Tony looks a good 20 years younger than his peers and women younger than me are referring to us as the youngsters. Quite bizarre!
The walking made us sleepy - or perhaps it was boredom after a while - so we sat and watched some very gentle and gentile cricket for a while before the pleasant walk home where we crashed for a nap.
Tony made his famous chilli tonight and it was yummy - though not really to Margaret's taste.
Tomorrow we become true tourists.....can't wait.
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