Receive invitation to college reunion dinner next month; after some consideration, decide not to worry about doubtful relevance of privileged and lengthy education to current life of quiet village domesticity, and turn mind to more pressing question of when and where to get hair cut beforehand.
Go to town with husband to choose new phone for his birthday; end up following expert advice from elder son, but own presence not entirely wasted as steer husband confidently towards The Blue One.
Afternoon spent Making The Most Of The Weather in the garden. Children come and go, with occasional queries about To Kill a Mockingbird or updates on F.A. Cup Final. Dog continues to rebuff tortoise’s determined advances.