A happy busy weekend

This weekend there was a lot of coming and going!

Firstly two really nice American students came for lunch - Cassandra and Jessica. Cassandra is in my class and Jessica is in the class below. It was good to entertain them because we got a cooked chicken from the supermarket and had Sunday dinner with gravy! Very special, and our gravy days are numbered, I can tell you!

Then we travelled into town on the bus together in the late afternoon so I could meet Colin and Ben and take them home for tea. Colin and Ben have come from Scotland, England (*) to work at the FAC (student centre) for a week. It'll be almost all painting, so they'll be pretty bushed after a couple of days of that.

Then today we went to church in relays, collecting Colin and Ben and dropping them outside the gate (poor chaps - it was a little chilly, too) then getting Pat and the kids in time for the service. Then in relays home for a barbecue on the baking hot patio. At the moment the weather is a bit like that. First thing in the morning it's really foggy and chilly - reminds me of that favourite old song we used to sing as kids about "frolicking in the autumn mist". Then by lunchtime the sun has burnt it all off ready to roast you!

At 3pm Carol Liddiard returned home from the UFM conference in Wales, so I scuttled off the the airport to get her. She landed at 3pm, and had a meeting arranged at the FAC student centre at 6pm, so we took her and the chaps back into town in time for her to zoom off for that.

So a nice people-filled weekend.

(*) if you can't beat them, join them...

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