Time Off for Good Behaviour

It's looking distictly probable that my sister and I will go to South Africa for my cousin's (third) wedding at the end of November. (YEEEEE-HAH!) It's in Johannesburg, where I grew up, so while there is little there to interest first-time visitors (like Jeremy and the children) I will get to revisit my old house, my old school and my old church, as well as spending lots of time with family I haven't seen for years. It's a quietly dizzying prospect.

(Blimey. I started this post hours ago, and got side-tracked by the state of my keyboard. Because the computer is in the kitchen, it gets REALLY GRUBBY. So, starting at the right hand side, I remove each individual key, give it a spit and polish, scrape out the gunk underneath it, and press the key back into place. Resulting in long rows of #################################### and [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ and ////////////////////////////////////////////, which I have to delete. And all this time I am not getting on with posting. Bit like the Forth Bridge - when I finally get all the way over to the left hand side, I have to start all over again. Ugh.)

This last weekend has been party, party, party. Two children's parties on Saturday, one for Kit and one for Sid (Beri managed to wangle places on both. How does the boy do it.) and a christening on Sunday. The christening of Amelie Iris Dickenson. I was tickled to find, in the garden centre, a new Nemesia called 'Amelie', and a beautiful reticulated purple Iris. Not too often a baby girl gets pot plants for her christening, I'll wager.

Also discussions between Jeremy and me about our weeks ahead. He is expecting a job offer he doesn't really want, but he may well want a different post within the company, so we have been discussing possible strategies to achieve that. Me - well, I will no longer be shopping at Sainsburys, and will start shopping at Waitrose. Golly.