The formal pond, Sizergh

Off to pilates to discover that E had retired yesterday. This seemed like a good reason for a celebration, so we beetled off the the garden centre after much strenuousness (inculding 3.5 minutes of squats to Moby's Power - give it a try) so that I could treat her to a decaf latte. I can see she's going to have a wild retirement.
We discovered that we had numerous things in common including bodies that can no longer cope with red wine or indeed any alcohol.
Onwards to Sizergh where I met the man who used to buy the fruit and veg for Marks And Spencer. Not an intentional meeting; we got into conversation when he stopped to ask my why he kept seeing me photographing bits of limestone and cracked paving flags. Upon enquiry he assured me that he still gets a good discount from M and S.
Back home for lunch and a message from the opticians to say that my scratched glasses frames were no longer made, so they couldn't replace them, but to come down and I could have a new pair of glasses. It's hard choosing frames when you can no longer see a thing without your specs.
Back home, birthday cards written, bills paid and who knew how spicy nutmeg can be if you put too much in the dinner?
Ch4 news calls. Have been avoiding the news since Christmas, apart from a quick glance at the paper, but things seem to be hotting up again.....