This morning was very busy. I did another batch of media players, took three full boxes to the studio and two full sacks to the Post Office. Then it was back home to strip the bed, get the washing on and clean upstairs (Pauline style, not my flick and polish).
After lunch I took Pauline and Rita over to Orton on the Hill for a baby shower for Louise and Neil. In battering winds I then went over to Wyevale for 90 minutes shaking buckets with Laura. People were very generous, but maybe that was sympathy because of the conditions.
Back over to Orton to collect the ladies, say hello to the Whitehouses, and battle back. About 90 miles all told.
The first time I went to Durham was about 35 years ago and we went to Beamish. This museum was a revelation to me, I'd seen nothing like it. History reconstructed with shops, houses, trams, buses and ancient cars. Nowadays I think the Black Country Museum and Blists Hill are equal to the challenge, but that is quite some challenge and the Beamish Museum is well worth a visit.
Today's the day I got to shake my thing. A bucket that is, at Wyevale, with my Lion's begging face on.