That was the weekend that was.
I never expected that I would be covering quite so many miles!
It all began on foot, as I was travelling from door to door collecting Christian Aid envelopes. It's undoubtedly one of my least favourite activities, disturbing people while they're trying to have dinner and asking them to put their hand in their pocket. As expected, my polite enquiries were met with everything from 'bog off' to 'here's my wallet, take what you like'. I managed to disturb one gentleman shaving, one bloke in full scottish regalia about to go to a ball, and countless kids who had obviously been sent to the door as some kind of cunning decoy.
"Is mummy or daddy in?"
"Yes?"
"Can I speak to them?"
"No."
The next morning, Fiona and I dashed off to Dunstable to attend Pippa's leaving party, and later the same evening hot-footed it up to Northampton to see her aunt and uncle. Finally, we paid a visit to Mel and Robin's new(ish) house in Letchworth. Phew!
It's a real shame that Pippa's leaving the country. Over the last few years she's been a relentlessly good friend, and the organiser of countless social events. Here's to you, Pippa.
