The theme for this year’s Girls’ Night In, the annual Cancer Council fundraiser organised by a former colleague, was Wedding Party. I reckoned I could mange that, hand on heart and no trouble at all, simply by grabbing something from the wardrobe. What I wore to Eldest Son’s wedding, a very long time ago, fitted the theme: the jacket is glittery and glamorous and – most importantly, given the present chilly evening temperatures – it has long sleeves. I declared myself to be the Mother-in-Law from hell, stating that, “None of those women is worthy of my son!” It’s never a very serious business, although the underlying cause is dear to all of us. And the food is always like the guests: fabulous.
That was Saturday. On Sunday, the menfolk were out on motorbikes, making the most of the unexpectedly summery weather. I had an appointment on the other side of town, not far from my long-ago workplace that burnt down after I’d finished there. No satnav assistance required and a pleasant day to be out and about.
And then, you know, the weather having finally – we thought – turned warm, it (re)turned (to being) cold with torrential downpours and allergen levels that saw YoungB suffering hay fever like you wouldn’t believe. But the tree is up in Vic Square, the pageant happens tomorrow and my email inbox is all but overflowing with seasonal offers of discount gin (among other things) and enticing specials on thises and thatses.
My email inbox also receives occasional family history gems. Recently, receiving a couple of historic photos dating from 1917 saw me diving into all sorts of online records to find additional information. I also dived into my hardback family history volume to cross-check dates. While I was about it, I updated the electronic version of my family tree to reflect the results of my researches. It’s satisfying to be able to do that diving without having to worry too much about what else might or might not be getting done while I’m so engrossed; or wondering whether I should call it quits so I can be compos mentis for the office tomorrow. No need 🙂
And meanwhile, the seasons are rolling. I hope yours is being agreeable, wherever in the world you are.