Another Saturday comes and another visitor to our new home. This time it is Sue (plus bump), bearing a housewarming present of bulbs for the new garden. Not that itâs the kind of day for Its another cold and wintery day, but nice, and we go for a drive (by way of Somerton and the canal and the pill boxes of Emâs childhood) to Yarnton nurseries where we lose ourselves for a merry hour or more in the antique shop.
We each come away with modest purchases; Sue, a footstool with a hideous cover that she is going to recover; Em, a 1930s German, art-deco Christmas tree stand; and myself, an oak bedside cabinet.
All very pleased with our buys, we return home to hibernate and eat a dinner of gammon and white sauce.