Magical Mystery Tour

I was able to go out on the last Willersley trip of the year yesterday. It was billed as a mystery tour but we all knew our destination. It was the Country Park Inn on Hessle Foreshore. They did us proud when we got there and even accepted a cheque so I didn't have to shell out my own money! The trip went through a few villages to the west of Hull before we finished up there. The driver was obliging but told us on the trip that he was passing on control of the company at the end of the month. I didn't have the heart to say that we had been considering a cheaper alternative as the trips are a health and safety nightmare for the staff at Willersley and less than half of the residents go out on them. I got soaked because, after our cups of tea, some of the more adventurous went for a walk. I took Christina along the foreshore with a couple of the staff and another lady. I did my tourist bit which Christina found interesting. Unfortunately, as we set off to return, we realised we were racing a rain squall. We didn't make it. Ever the gentleman, I added my kagoul to Christina's coat so she didn't get too wet. I then steamed a bit on the way back.
At lunchtime, I had been Barbara's substitute at the Friendship Club at Church until she got back from fitness class. I then took the car and she walked home. I got the offer of another "job" while I was peeling spuds for the lunch but I don't think it is feasible so will have to politely refuse.
On Tuesday, after Barbara's fellowship, we went out to Pauline's and went for a walk around the village. It was a lovely day and a good walk. Today, I felt I ought to venture back into the garden. My back pain has gone but I have a "sciatic" pain in my left leg. I was very careful and managed to get about two thirds of the remaining roots out and taken to the tip. Don't know when I will get back to the last bit as the gay social whirl continues.