The final bank holiday
I was reminded that this is the final bank holiday of the summer by a phone call from Al this afternoon. Funny how you forget all about important events like bank holidays once you’re retired. He had taken a couple of days off to make this a long weekend, and is coming up for supper tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Fi’s birthday, but she and the family are in Aviemore on a Harley rally and not due back until Tuesday or Wednesday, so we won’t be celebrating together.
Becki, our youngest daughter, rang yesterday. She has a big birthday in November, so was eager to get the whole extended family together (again!) for a celebration. I rang Seasons, our holiday people, and have managed to get three lodges in Clowance (Cornwall) for a weekend in January, which was the best I could do. Becki is now busily ringing round the rest of the family to see who can make it. If everybody turns up, there’ll be 21 of us, so quite a party.
Ed is busy in the garage at the moment, fixing a seat and an umbrella holder to my new electric golf trolley, which he bought me for my birthday. Not a good idea to interrupt him, but I have one ear on the door, ready to scurry into the kitchen at the first whisper of a footstep, to make a nice pot of tea. Essential for the British worker.
Enjoy your bank holiday wherever you might be.