Our St David’s Day party went well, I think.
Dillion is the first guest I’ve invited round since all this Virus business started.
(Not counting Um and the Baby, who came for asylum rather than for sociability.)
I did a Lateral Flow Test in the morning, and I opened all the windows, so I felt I’d done all I could to make the occasion safe for both of us.
I didn’t make leek soup after all, because I remembered it was not only St David’s Day, but also Pancake Day.
So when Dillion turned up with a leek, I whipped up a creamy leek sauce to go on the pancakes.
Tasty.
And a vegetable sauce doesn’t trickle off the pancakes the way that treacle or condensed milk do.
Dillion had brought his harp.
After our pancakes, we played Welsh tunes together.
And after that we listened to Radio Cymru on the wireless, with a cup of tea and some bits of biscuit.
I practised my Welsh.
(I hope that means, this music is very nice, and the Welsh people are very musical.)
But when Dillion answers in Welsh, I can’t keep up.
Anyway, it was a lovely occasion, and I think it cheered Dillion up.
A few days later, a postcard arrived.
It was probably posted weeks ago.
The post is taking a very long time to get anywhere these days.
I’m not blaming the postpeople. The Queen has sold them off to someone who values Profit above Service.
We have a very good postperson here, who cheers us all up by whistling while he works.
It’s a hazardous job, cycling through all the traffic. Especially for a very small postperson.
Let’s see, who’s been sending me a postcard?
A picture of the seaside. Perhaps it’s from the Tardigrade.
It looks as though he’s having good weather.
No, it’s not from the Tardigrade. It’s from Exxx.
That couldn’t be a new way for Ummm to spell her name, could it?
Ah, it will be someone beginning with E, and three kisses.
Edward from Grandpont? Elsfield Bear? e.e. cummings?
I once sent a fan letter to e.e. cummings, but he’s not likely to send me kisses, specially after all this time.
And anyway, it wouldn’t be a capital E, would it?
Oh, of course, it’s from Ellie.
So Points really is in the Fairy Prison. What a relief to know for certain where she is.
But will Ellie manage to get her out?
Perhaps I’ll get another postcard tomorrow with more news.
DING DONG
Who can that be?
Now that I’ve had Dillion to visit, I feel braver about inviting people in.
She showed me the little switch. It’s so small that it’s easily overlooked.
I could get back into the swing of entertaining. Though I’m not sure that I was ever very far into the swing of it, even before The Virus.
Oh. She’s gone.
Did I hear her say that Points would be coming? I think I did.
So Points really is out of prison, and back home. I can hardly believe it.
That is definitely worth celebrating.
I’d better get ready for the party.
I promised to give them snacks. What have I got to offer them?
The rice has got rather hard… I’m not sure what that green stuff is… some quite old soup… something rather grey…
I wonder which of those would be most festive?