rainy day in Lincoln
Night time and the two of us are sat in the tv room tapping away on our laptops. The tv is switched off. The radio is switched off. Only Slovenia v England playing football. It’s enough to switch anyone off.
Anne is doing her eBay stuff. I am not. Just booked flights to Brindisi. Ryan Air. Urgh. Only direct flight. Jezzer and Clare have booked a villa in Puglia. 6.20 am flight so staying the night before at the Radisson right at Stansted airport. At least the return flight is at a more sensible 10.45am. Obviously the outbound plane turning around to go back. At least it will get us there before lunch.
All very domesticated. I’ve read my new book. The Baptists in Wales. At least I’ve read as much of it as I want to. Not interested much beyond the 1830s. It does mention two relatives: JP Davies and William Davies. The well known orator and the missionary. William Davies died in Grahamstown in South Africa. I hadn’t realised that he hadn’t gone out there on an official Baptist Missionary Society ticket. That does explain the fact that when I spoke about him with someone at some Baptist research gaff in Cambridge a few years ago he hadn’t heard of him.
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Wednesday: Awake early and up to make the tea. Rich is coming up for our monthly LONAP 121 today. Usually a useful and productive time. Today, if you’re interested, we are talking budget spreadsheets.
Off for a swim and now feeling refreshed whilst the bacon sandwich cooks. Amazes me how many people stop to chatter when swimming.
Still raining out – compare today’s featured image with that of yesterday. The new guttering is working much better than the old although the downpipe didn’t cope yesterday. I’ll ask Phil whether cleaning it out would help. Once the rain had stopped you could see the water disappearing so it is draining. Just not quickly enough under pressure.
Only a week before we head off on our short break to Madreeed before the RIP conference. Looking forward to it. John also starting to get excited about his Russia trip although you will never see any external evidence of this.
Got email and text from the Royal Mail saying they were delivering a Just Kampers package. Hmm I thought. Not ordered anything. Looked it up on their website and no there were no orders. The last order had been delivered to Coops’ garage. Turns out this one did too. It was a brochure. Ah well 🙂
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