Madame Bay telephoned to say she wouldn't be here on Tuesday, as planned, but intended to come on Thursday instead. " I have something important to do M'Ongoose. Something important to do ". The sentence was repeated , slowly, as if she was talking to a small child. Madame Bay has never bothered to inform us of her movements before. Indeed part of Madame Bays charm is the entirely random and unpredictable nature of her appearances. Whatever could have happened ?
An hour later the phone rings again. It's the electrician. Would it be all right if he came along on Wednesday ? "Of course. No problem " I said , trying to hide the sound of euphoria in my voice.
Wilf was in sedentary mode. He spent a couple of hours , before and after lunch, soaking up the sun on the lawn. He then moved inside to catch up on some serious beauty sleep. His motto of the day " Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful ".