Not Raining.

We've had a dry day, not too cold in the morning but colder in the afternoon as an easterly wind began to blow.

We went to Mach this morning and had a hilarious time in the library as we went over this week's lesson notes and translated more of the book we are reading. So many words are similar, at least to us and then Elaine and I both mixed up Gelert the sheepdog with Geraint an unpleasant man and wondered why the man had been stolen and put in a truck. Well, both names start with Ge and end in t.

Having dropped Peter off to play pool at the pub I devoted the rest of the afternoon to going through more of my clothes. I'm on a roll and ended up with another stack of clothes to go to the charity shop. I've finally admitted that although I can get into them (just) there's no need to keep size 12 Per Una jeans. Nor do I need a vast selection of belts. I've saved a few but the rest are in the charity shop bag. 

My final small task was to repair a small hole in my childhood teddy's jumper. Part of a set my mother knitted for him. At nearly 69 years old the poor old chap has hardly a hair left on him. I also discovered the fabric on one paw had completely worn away. I couldn't leave him with the stuffing hanging out so made a repair with some brown velvet.

It's not surprising that he is so bald as I was given him for my first birthday. (I have a feeling my mother removed his eyes immediately as she was a big worrier and thought I would choke on them. Poor old Ted.) He was a great comfort to me when I went to boarding school at the age of six.

You can see he's wearing his knitted suit here. This photo was taken in my friend's garden near Kew Gardens and I would have been maybe 9 years old.