Today I went to my Gran's house for lunch with Rosie, and my bro and sis. We had a buffet, which my Gran pronounced 'buffy'. We went to feed the ducks in the nearby pond. After this, we looked at very old photos of the family history. Some of them were from the 19th century. Some of them were embarrassing photos of me when I was about 10 or so. Much more interesting, however, was the discovery that my Gran has been to Geoffrey Archer's flat for a chat and glass of champagne. She was the leader of the theatregoers group here in Cheltenham, and he was hoping she could flog some tickets for his London performance of his new play. However, she pointed out that the Bath performance had been problematic and disappointing, and that she didn't think they'd ever sell. The conversation ended there. I don't think they hit it off that well. I had no idea she had met him. He never came round to her place.

I don't know where my comments thingys have gone. I hope they come back soon. They always reappear on a Monday when they go, so hopefully they'll be back tomorrow.