Well, I haven't done much today because this morning it was shopping and doing the weeks grocery shopping on a Bank Holiday weekend is worse than hard work.

There was no point in going yesterday 'cos I wouldn't have been able to buy any wine with it being Good Friday and wine is as essential as potatoes and porridge oats...and Thursday was out for some reason I've now forgotten so it had to be this morning...

People were buying turkeys like they were going out of fashion and those enormous lumps of pig they sell at Christmas for putting down with cabbage were being heaved into trolleys...landing with a thud amidst cries of horror when it landed on half a dozen eggs or a fancy iced Easter cake...

I bought some Quorn instead.

Though that meant hanging about near the freezers and I was already half stupefied with the cold so delving into the depths to find plain frozen peas and a big packet of Quorn made me even colder...

Then I forgot washing powder and had to trail back to look for something reasonably priced that didn't smell too foul and was lacking in 'Brighteners' which I suspect is probably bleach and if it is, then why don't they 'fess up and say so...

There were bag packers again...raising funds for a village school for crying out loud...to paint it because the Government don't give out grants for maintenance anymore...'Not even for paint? I said'...and the bag packing woman heaved a heavy sigh and said 'no, not even for paint. If the parents don't fund it, it doesn't get done....'

She did pack my bags properly though, so I dropped a couple of Euro into her bucket because it would be churlish not to I suppose.

By the time we came home I was cold to my bones and desperate for a cup of coffee...

This afternoon I did a little bit on Ancestry and found the Proprietor of a Lunatic Asylum in a Census return for 1851...but she referred to her people as 'Gentlemen' and she only had twelve inmates so I think it might have been one of those rather exclusive places for people with money. On the same page was an Arsenal Store Keeper and a Maker of Patent Medicines...other than those mostly everyone else had common occupations like carpenters and so on.

I hunted in the potting shed for two old-fashioned candle thingies...the sort you see in old children's stories with a little curved handle to carry it with. They are made from enamel I think and have gone terribly rusty so I thought I'd sand them and repaint them...it's a shame to just leave them to get even more rusty. Only found one though...I'll have to delve deeper among the stuff in there another day.