I’ve made more marmalade – it’s becoming a factory in my house – but I need to make as much as possible because my mother eats a jar a week. No, I don’t think I’ll be making 52 jars – but there will also be apricot and strawberry jam appearing sometime in the year.
My new friend gave me a sincere and satisfactory apology so I have given him another chance. We went out last night to see Led Bib who were totally fantastic as I knew they would be. New friend had never really been into jazz and never been to a jazz gig before so this was kind of throwing him way in at the deep end. We sat right at the front on a comfy sofa which was nice. He really enjoyed the gig so that was a result.
My new lecture which I was a little worried about went really well.
I managed to catch up with Mac who’d been elusive this week and had a brief chat on the phone while I was stuck in a car park waiting for an ambulance to leave. He entertained me with stories of dead monks (well one dead monk) which sounded a little like a side story from In the Name of the Rose.
I managed to clear some outstanding jobs at work which had been bothering me – and reflected on how easy it had been to do them and how stupid it was to have procrastinated so I’m going to try to be a bit more disciplined about such things in the future.
I found another naturally-occurring heart (I know I haven’t told you about this project) on my dinner plate yesterday and made my OC take a picture of it on his mobile phone and text it to me as I didn’t have mine with me.