Good morning (English time)

1 There's time to post a paragraph or two before I leave for the train to Hurst Green, there to join FRBC bikers (who will have cycled to the rendezvous). The sun is on the way up, the day is light, there are scarcely any clouds. However, whilst I will cycle for a while with the bikers, I will have to leave them if I am to cycle back to East Grinstead in time to buy some stuff in Sainsbury's - you probably remember Sainsbury's; of course you do - and be in time for the rehearsal at 3 30 at Worth School.

2 My washing machine is still out of action. It may be dead. I called in to Top of the Town, and I'm still ruminating about £50 call-out charge. A visit just to see what parts are required, you understand. Still, your machine works; I guess I could clean Doug's surplus one and set that to work. The challenge will be moving my one to Siberia. A two-, perhaps a three-person job. And then what?

3 It visited Roy and Jo in their new house yesterday. They have bought an old house in Southwick village, to the west of Brighton and Hove. A village atmosphere. A big, roomy house with different levels on the ground floor and little rooms here and there. A garden which qualifies as A Secret Garden. The whole thing is just a wonder. A life-long - or ten-or-more-years - project. They, the place, has to be visited. Joe has a Trek bike so there will be scope for bicycling. Though both work.

3.1 And there was a hog-roast. The first time I have seen a (dead) hog being roasted on a spit. On arrival, I prompted to take a bread roll which was filled with roasted hog-flesh. It was a meal in itself.

More later on