Another busy weekend.
Bede's 80th yesterday afternoon.
Tracy's 40th this afternoon.
A packed garden on both days.
We had to rush out for milk and cream.
Plus the story from two ladies on their way to Venice (via Birmingham airport). The last time they were there (fifteen years ago) they misunderstood a monk's hand gestures. He'd offered to show them a very special religious painting in an ante room and beckoned them forward. Apparently the Italian gesture of beckoning is a lot like ours for "get-down-on-the-floor". So the two women dropped to their knees and shuffled forward towards the piece of artwork (which was amazing) and in doing so a perfectly lovely white linen dress was never the same again and a monk was totally bemused.
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