Friday morning early, I went shopping and was back home by about 11. Message on the answer phone said "Sorry to bother you, this is the Malvern Hotel, not sure how to get hold of your husband, he checked out this morning but has left his clothes in the room" - all this accompanied by almost hysterical laughter - theirs, not mine. I rang back and apologised, then contacted Bob who by that time had got the message. (please see previous post 'A Senior Moment' for explanation of mirth). So we'll move on ...
The rest of the weekend went according to plan and without any more hitches. The party was very enjoyable with family and friends. When I say family, we were missing son #1 (in Australia) daughter #1 (in New Zealand) and daughter #2 who although lives in the UK just couldn't make the party, being unable to alter arrangements already made, and their respective families. But it was great to see some of sons' school friends, remembered as little boys/young men, now 40 year olds with wives and little boys (and girls) of their own. We didn't stay too late - Bob had to get up early next morning and in any case, as far as I'm concerned, as soon as the music starts getting louder it's time to go!
Bob left by 7 am on Sunday morning and I got on with making some strawberry jam! I have to say I'm very happy with the result. It set a little thicker than I would have liked and it definitely wouldn't win any prizes but I could get the knife into it, it does spread on bread and it tastes good. Please see photographic evidence below.
Bob arrived safely home at about 7 pm on Sunday evening and we chatted over our evening meal.