Marmalade, AGM, and work

Yesterday I made marmalade and attended Dunston Hall Ladies’ Golf Club AGM, not necessarily in that order. It was good. The AGM, that is. Actually the marmalade was pretty good too, in that it set and is now safely stashed away in the cupboard. It’s an ancient recipe, handed down from my mother and her mother before her, and probably from way back when the English first started using Seville oranges. Don’t know when that was, may (or may not) relate to the Spanish Armada. Definitely historical marmalade though, and no, that doesn’t describe the taste. I hope.

Amyway, back to the AGM. Not usually my favourite event – in fact I normally avoid AGMs at all costs – but I haven’t been near the golf club since the summer due to Ian’s illness, so it seemed like a good opportunity to pick up the threads once again.

It was great to meet old friends there, and especially great when I discovered that I can play winter golf for free as long as I rejoin the club in January. What’s more, if both Ian and I rejoin, I get free passes for the Leisure Centre (Ian’s not the least bit interested, but I like to swim when I can, which is seldom.) A deal not to be missed, so we’re down to the club tomorrow to seal the deal, and I’m playing on Thursday for the first time in six months.

Life is gradually returning to normal, and I picked up some work from a neighbouring priest who needs cover for several Sundays between now and Easter. Rather nice to be able to work when you want to.

I like retirement.