All Quiet Now on the Western Front

There was quite a bit of excitement outside the Dower House this morning as I exited to get some shopping. Parked outside were 5 fire engines, 3 Police Cars and an Ambulance with a large swathe of Middle Meadow Walk cordoned off.

I am not comfortable being a rubber necker, so I didn’t hang about to gawp like the rest of the bystanders to see what was going on and when I returned, normality had been restored.
I asked one of the estate employees if he knew what the problem had been and according to him, some lady in a flat who had or was drinking had a melt down, had been throwing glasses out of her window and it was difficult to get her out. Whether or not this was true, it did seem a bit like overkill with all the fire engines but then what do I know.

With the excitement over, I managed to organise a haircut for the end of the week and sort out some Birthday cards. I also tried to find last year’s recipe for the Christmas cake. Every year I make one of two but I never remember which recipe I used because I have about as many of those as the number of years I’ve been making them. It’s always a temptation to throw in the towel and buy an M&S ready made one, but somehow after 57 years it feels a bit like cheating and far too easy. In my mind, Il faut souffrir pour le temps de Noel (excuse my French variation of the usual phrase).