Yesterday I received an e-mail stating that the probate grant application has been approved and I should receive it in 10 working days.
This morning I scanned six more of Charles Keeping’s excellent illustrations to my Folio Society edition of ‘Bleak House’.
‘Mrs Jellyby, in the midst of a voluminous correspondence’
‘She sat on a chair holding his hand’
In ‘Jo brought into the little drawing-room by Guster’ Keeping indicates he distance between elements of the scene by separating them with a little text.
‘Mr Squod catches him up, chair and all’
‘A street of little shops’
‘Miss Volumnia and the cousinship of the Nobodys’
This afternoon Becky and Flo went shopping and Jackie and I took a forest drive.
Sheep occupy a field about a mile along Christchurch Road heading west.
Newborn lambs suckle, frolic, and head butt in the nursery fields opposite. Today there were a number of twins, bearing the same identifying digits as their mothers.
It was quite a contrast to see two of the most massive porkers we’ve ever seen housed on Harpway Lane at Winkton.
Ponies grazed on the terrain outside Holmsley Walk Car Park;
the grey had just given the bay a resounding head bash before I took this shot.
Early this evening Flo burnt more slender twigs in the rusty incinerator.
This evening we dined on tender roast chicken; crisp roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding; crunchy carrots ; firm Brussels sprouts, and tasty gravy, with which Jackie, Becky, and I drank the same beverages as yesterday and Flo drank elderflower cordial.