My Alternative pilgrimage days 6 and 7

Incognito days waiting for a diagnosis are bittersweet. I had the joy of a morning alone in  the kitchen yesterday and I mean it. The Archers omnibus(radio4)  and Private Passions (radio 3) are perfect for a morning cooking Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding and Bramble Crumble . The mornings pleasure was not as It would have been 6 months ago as there was no Desert Island Discs seamlessly completing the time. I did not miss going to church , as Songs of Praise was really good. 

And so today.

I have booked a play for Colins Birthday , at the Lyric Theatre Hammersmith , when we are back on our royal progress of the Premier Inns. The play will be a surprise to us both . I dont know its name , only its starting time of 7.30pm. I have already clocked that the Lyric does food and wine, and for back up we may have his birthday lunch at the Polish restaurant across from our  Hammersmith hostelry. 

Well, I've been Fileygardening!

Amongst other things that is!. Today is the first day of all day rain, so I don't have to go to the allotment and water. We have been away of course, and Im so scatty I can't remember where. Oh! Yes , London doing a try out of some more Premier Inns, and then it was half term and all the children were here, BUT that was a month ago, so can't recall what has held me up from this my Primary Blog.
The Filey Parish Blog is not MY own personal blog, I just keep it up to date as best as I can , and keep the stats going with posts. That Blog will come to a natural end one day, as something more efficient is found to serve the Parish. I'm just a steward really. This blog is the casualty. What a stupid statement that is. If no posts are forthcoming here for 4 weeks it doesn't mean I havent written them in my head. I've done some good ones cerebrally

• about Bernards Greenhouse
• about the way many allotment holders belong to a sociological sub culture. The 2 Ronnies were right.
• about the merits of buying books over getting them from the Public Library
• about the feting of actors who are themselves in everything they do (yes, I went to Rutherford and son at the Stephen Joseph)
• about how I still think sandals with socks is ok
• about the passage of time ,when all that disturbs is the 2 hourly train passing your small corner of England that is for ever Asparagus and Groundsel, with much Orache (which I will pick as spinach one day)

  

  This is how I tell the time on the allotment