Remaining in bed reading and tired until Daniel gets me up and helps to clean my car before Paul arrives to play with him before we use our new silver the first time to entertain Charles and Chrisula for Sunday lunch and then a smoky and poor conversation afterwards that ended up with me wresting Daniel to a standstill and watching unresolved snooker
Awake to the sunlight slanting in as I drink my morning tea. I start The Sunday Times and then down for my Sunday breakfast of fried egg, bacon, mushrooms and bread. Back to bed and getting rather depressed by the amount of reading outstanding, when Daniel gets me up and started with him cleaning my car. The day was sunny, but with a very cold wind and we were chilled as we vacuumed the car before shampooing, hosing and leathering it down. Paul arrives to play with Dan and I finish the Jaguar on my own and am pleased with the result. To the duck house, after a morning coffee, and there to clean it out and fit three new hinges in place of those broken. Just time to put away my tools and clear up and then to shave and change before ready to help Di to prepare the lunch table with our best silver for the first time. All set and then our guests arrive – Diana’s brother Charlie and wife Chrisula. Drinks, attention for both babies and then to lunch.
Tomato soup to start, pizza and salad to follow and chocolate cake to finish and our silver gave the meal a nice presentation. Daniel and I washed up afterwards to protect our heritage and then, with Charlie falling asleep, I took him for a walk round the gardens. The doves feeding on the table and the ground. In to an afternoons conversation and what poor sport – all babies, with cigarette smoke to boot. Eventually, the kids get too bored and, after behaving well so far, fell to wrestling me until poor Daniel fair passed out and could hardly breath when I tackled him too much. We did not offer them tea and they finally left at 6.00pm. Tea of rolls and leftovers and then out to line the duck house with straw and put away the ducks before dark. In to an evening of sorting out my reading material and papers before writing my journal and watching the world snooker final. But the final between Steve Davis and Dennis Taylor going to the last couple of frames, I go to bed without knowing who wins.