Wendy popped down with the mail earlier on this evening – well before the 6 o’clock news. The children had been taken to gym and dinner would not be until Martin collected the children on his way home from work by which time Wendy would have the dinner ready. Well that was the plan! But you know what plans are like. And some of the best moments are the impromptu ones.
We started talking about the invitation in the post from our friend in Glasgow who married a couple of weeks ago. The invitation is to her summer party in Glasgow to celebrate her birthday and her marriage. It was the catalyst for Wendy’s impending visit to Scotland with Catriona and Fraser: a visit to which I am looking forward with anticipation.
Anyway after a glass of wine and some conversation about local matters we turned to the trip to Scotland and what she would do and which other countries she would take the children to see. One topic let to another. One glass led to another. One hour led to another. Martin arrived home. A phone call from the House to say dinner was in the oven. More chat. Eventually the family called and Wendy and Misty wandered up the drive to dinner and home. I made my dinner.
Evenings do not come much better than that.