23rd November
Made a quick trip over to M&S at Camberley because Marcus has informed us
that the sole on his school shoes is hanging off. You might ask what
is wrong with the many shoe shops in Basingstoke? Well let me tell you
that not one of them had a pair of black lace up school type shoes in a size
13. (Maybe we should have been looking in a canoe shop!)
M&S at Camberley proved to be equally unhelpful, however Tesco next door
could provide a pair of barges that fitted. So we rolled home to the
Manor reasonably happy all round.
24th November
Marcus had another university interview today at Bristol, (in his new shoes). Spencer had the bright idea that Marcus could drive with him to Salisbury to get some more practice, and then get the train to Bristol from there. I managed to bite my tongue whilst the tune of “three Wheels on my Wagon” raced round my head. In the event he managed to drive all the way to Salisbury station without incident. Nothing much was said about the interview itself, although they were apparently treated to a coach tour of Bristol which pointed out all the night spots and bars that were deemed to be relevant to them making a decision in favour of Bristol.
25th November
Managed to get Spencer interested in helping me to sort out the freezer in time for me to fill it with mince pies and other delights from my Nigella Lawson Christmas cook book which has made a reappearance.
26th November
Marcus and I were enjoying a quiet evening meal together as Spencer was up North on his Job of National Importance, and Violet-Elizabeth was at a dancing lesson. As Marcus cleared away the plates, he noticed what seemed to be a trail of blood under the kitchen table. My suspicions flew straight to Pablo the rescue cat, who had bee mooching about the kitchen before tea. Of course he was nowhere to be seen, despite rattling his food bowl out in the garden. Marcus was very concerned, but when I got down on my knees and examined the “blood” a bit more I discovered that it was in fact a stray raspberry that had jumped out of the freezer yesterday during Spencer’s major sort out, and which had then been squashed as Marcus had scraped his chair back on the kitchen floor. Mystery solved.