49 years

The man who does arrived yesterday and let himself in to fix the Rayburn while we'd gone to town to meet #2 daughter and her husband at Paradiso for some food after their work. They had bought tickets for City Hall for them and friends, but the friend was ill so we went in their place.

It was sad. About 45 years ago we heard Billy Connolly for the first time, and it was a breathe of fresh air. Now he is a sick old man, telling tired old stories.

On the way home the car went sick too, so today Mr C took it to get fixed. It is old, so I hope this is not the beginning of the end for it.

I cooked us a nice anniversary dinner - 49 years - seems another big number!