Some people think we - the OM and I - live out in the wilds; I thought that when I first came here and we built a house in a field - all set out in my autobiographical book, The Fruit of the Tree. Now I see it's really quite civilised - only ten minutes or so to the nearest town, Guildford, and the same distance to Surrey University, where I obtained my degree three or four years ago (as a very mature student.)
We've just returned from my daughter's new house in Hereford and that was an eye opener. A couple of houses and a converted train station house, all set in miles of undulating fields. No-one around but sheep. She and her husband are very happy to have found this isolated spot and if they're happy, that's fine. I like people too much to want to be so cut off. At least there's a school for little Eve only a mile away, with about fifty children attending. And she seems to like it, and enjoyed taking me for a walk to see the train, which drives backwards and forwards along a small section of track about twice a week.
We also drove on to visit my old work friend Susan, and husband, Bruce, in mid-Wales. Another long journey, but it's so long since we visited, and this was a good opportunity.
Now I've come back to all the usual paperwork, and the VAT return has to be done this month. Also there was a rejection of my novel from an agent. I was unsurprised at that. I'll send it off to someone else soon.
My son and family will be visiting next weekend and we and our neighbours are having a bonfire and fireworks on Saturday night, which I hope the children will enjoy. But I need to make a cake or dessert as my contribution. I was considering chocolate brownies.
Just checked this entry and find that the time I'm supposed to have posted it is in the early hours of the morning. Quite ridiculous. It's two forty in the afternoon.
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