Started to write, 08.49 hrs, Tue. 6th October.
I had slept magnificently prior to getting up on Saturday morning, but for some strange reason, still feeling as if I had been up all night. Settling down on the sofa, and starting to watch a crummy detective episode, possibly Midsomer Murders, I became aware of buzzing tone which at first, assumed was part of what I was watching. Checking, I found that it was my mobile alerting me to the fact that I had forgotten a luncheon appointment. Fortunately, I was only marginally late, but I had already partaken of a late breakfast. Thus, I couldn’t quite finish my shepherd’s pie!
During lunch, I was asked about my stay at The Crescent Hotel on its opening night. I was, and still remain enthusiastic, but also realistic. With covid-19 still causing severe restrictions all-round, I do fear for the immediate future of all leisure based enterprises. I have “modest” travel plans for next year, and a world voyage booked for January 2022. But, all this assumes an eventual recovery from the present situation. After lunch, I went home and continued an almost all day session watching T.V. and then, once again, enjoying a good sleep into Sunday morning.
I missed the first few minutes of Sunday Worship, but caught the rest of the programme celebrating Harvest Festival. Part of the dialogue lamented our abuse of the planet, as it seems, so did this week’s church service at St. John’s. There was a respectable congregation this week, and an abundance of food and gifts for those who need it, both at the North Door, and the altar. The choir of six sounded larger than it actually was, and as ever, were wonderful to listen to. But, it is still strange with everybody covering their faces with either masks or visors.
Having dined out rather a lot last week, I chose to prepare a Sundsy meal of plaice vegetables and potato at home. It wasn’t at all bad! By the time it was 10.30pm, I needed to “call it a day” and so treated myself to a rare early night.
Yesterday, Monday, at long last, I felt the benefit of my extravagances last week and three good sleeps. Roger came over for coffee, having arrived back on Saturday from a three week campervan tour around the Western Isles of Scotland, as well as the Lakes on the way there and back.
Later today, I shall return to the Crescent Hotel where I shall meet a friend and former colleague from the Buxton Festival who is treating himself to a night there.
Thanks for reading, David 09.55, 6/10/20.
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