What a difference a day makes. On Wednesday it was wet and cold, yesterday it was sunny and there was more than a hint of spring in the air.
Which reminds me of an exchange in an old TV comedy, All Gas and Gaiters. “Spring in the air, Bishop?” “Spring in the air yourself, Archdeacon.” Well it made me laugh when I heard it about half a century ago.
Frankly, I’ve been overdoing it a bit recently and was glad of the good weather to walk along the river in the sunshine for 2 1/2 hours to Richmond. Reggie couldn’t join me; he is in care, so must have been overdoing it too.
Last night was the Triennial General Meeting of the Irish Peers’ Association. I squeezed into a navy blue suit that I had made in 1984 and realised that was the year I became treasurer of the IPA. Unfortunately Fulham Opera had a meeting of their board and trustees at the same time, arranged at short notice, that I had to miss. Today I’m going to Carmen at Covent Garden.