WELL, what a week to tell you about. On Saturday, as I mentioned last week, my daughter Lynsey got married to Adrian, a Saracens supporter, but he's a good lad really.
So there we all were in church, and what a great day - the bells were ringing, the Worcester Male Voice Choir sang superbly, the service was splendid and it was a smashing day weather-wise.
Friends and family all gathered to wish them well, the reception at New Road was excellent, photographer Mike Henley was brilliant and got all the snaps done as quickly as possible... and to top it all off, the Warriors beat Saracens by one point. It was one of the days to remember and I'm sure the happy couple will for a long time.
Two things struck me this week, well apart from the low branch of a tree while out on the bike. Autumn is on the way. It's the last weekend of the cricket season at New Road, always a bit of a 'downer' for the regulars. Most of them will gather again next spring, sitting in the same seats and chatting to the same folk that they have sat with for years, but every now and then, one of them does not return for the new season. So the last day of the summer is always a bit sad, and of course this year the last day is vital for the County if they are going to stay in the top division of the one-day league.
The other sign of autumn? I had to dig up some of the plants this week, and they always try to cling on a bit don't they, especially the bedding plants.
Some of them have already gone but some are still in flower and you are always reluctant to pull them up, but they have to go.
Still, the daffodil bulbs are in, although they seem to come up in places where I didn't plant them!
Last Sunday, I decided to take the dog out for a walk. Well, he hadn't been out much Saturday, so we took off across the River Meadows at Upton and walked up the Severn Way, all the way up to Severn Stoke area, and what a lovely walk it is.
Got back after two hours and bit, we both had a bath, not at the same time though, as the dog had rolled in badger muck. I hadn't. I then had a cup of tea, read the papers, and went out to lunch. Now that is what I call a good day.
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