Easter Monday

Another lovely sunny day and I was a very busy bee yesterday. Woke early and finished report for the *** before getting ready and meeting Jayne at the town for a coffee and analysis about why she is so fed up with Markiepoos. It must be more than just because he fell asleep but we are as yet unsure what it is exactly. I expect we will continue to anaylyse both hers and his behaviour but both of us have decided to give up men...for the moment at any rate.

I spent the early part telling myself not to text Mr V and succeeding which is exceedingly good. No word from Rob either and I am beginning to think that he has the miseries about something but to be honest can't be arsked to find out. Have decided he is way to young and immature for me.

Went home and cooked roast and carrot cake in readyiness for Chris, Fiona and Joyce visit in the afternoon.

Also cleaned house and dug garden so felt very smug and busy in a very satisfactory way.

Dinner went well although another bottle of wine would have made it even better. Joyce as usual annoyed Richard and I by her greed. God knows where she puts all the food but she can really put it away. I did her a huge plate, plus carrot cake plus Richard gave her a cream cake plus she had dorritoes to start and still wanted some easter egg!! Still if eating is her only pleasure who are we to knock and we did knock other members of the family which must make poor Joyce feel disloyal so we shouldn't do it really.

Chris has got a shiney new Saab which looks lovely and had spent £160 on plants for his balcony so lets hope he looks after these more than he did the ones I bought him.

The news is all about the hostages selling their stories for money. I just wonder where all the British stiff upper lip has gone. To be honest they seemed to cave in very quickly and would have sold their souls let alone their country. Not much to be proud of there is there? Not that I am saying I would have been any different but then I never took the Queens shilling did I?