We canoodled enjoyably for a couple of hours before getting up around nine o’clock. I was still in no hurry to start the day and ran a bath and lay back in it for a while. We have a six-foot bath, which is excellent if I want to lie down, but no good at all if I just want to relax without getting my hair wet, as I have to stretch out my toes to keep from slipping under the water and it isn’t as relaxing as I’d like it to be.
Lying there reminded me of when I was a child, and I would lie full length in the bath, with just my face out of the water and my body gently floating. I think I must have been propped on my elbows. It was very restful.
We had a service at a neighbouring church, to celebrate the ordination of one of its parishioners yesterday. In a benefice of six churches, we now have a rector, a retired clergyman and four OLMs (Ordained Local Ministers), as well as several Lay Readers or trainees and another trainee OLM. Someone mentioned gently at the churchwardens’ meeting last night that, splendid as it is to have so many able and dedicated people to preside at services, we’re a bit low on helpers to do the actual boring spadework, like cleaning churches, being treasurers and suchlike.
It was a delightful service, with a big congregation. Reg is very popular. I felt a little croaky – I have a cold – and became tired, so I did everyone a favour by not joining in the hymns. I reflected, seeing the rapt faces of some people during the last hymn, that maybe the mark of being ‘born again’ is actually seeing the point of ‘Shine Jesus Shine. I don’t get it at all, merely finding it tedious to play, but those who do absolutely love it and unselfconsciously put their faces up and hold their arms out. Afterwards, there was a lunch at the village school. I left quite early, warning a friend that I might not get to the piano recital that afternoon.
I didn’t. I slept instead. I lay on the sofa and zonked for an hour and a half and then still lay stupefied for half an hour. When I opened my eyes, Tilly was sitting on a chair where she could see my face. It isn’t a chair she normally sits on. I made space and she jumped on the sofa and wriggled up towards me for a cuddle.
I wrote up all the shop takings for the week, with the till totals. This was doing fine until Friday, when evidently someone (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me) had made a fairly substantial error and not noted it. One of the Saturday girls had done a similar thing too. She had called me over at one point, saying that the till was playing up – I put it right that time, but it must have happened again. It’s easy to do – usually, one keys in the figure and forgets to enter it, presses the next figure, enters that, and it looks like a bigger figure. Let’s say 89p, then £1.25 – it would show up as £891.25. What is supposed to happen is that one prints out the receipt, puts it in the till and does the transaction again, then Al corrects it at the end of the day.
Next week, I must catch up on things because I’m off on holiday on Friday. This will include I, Like the View’s meme, which is half-written, and a couple of other posts I seem to have said I’ll write. I’m in London on Wednesday, visiting the Mansion House and the Goldsmiths’ Fair.
I’m pondering again whether to resign (or rather, not ask to be reappointed) as a school governor next summer. I’m presently vice-chairman and, as we’re expecting an Ofsted inspection, the Head would like me to carry on. I’m also Special Educational Needs governor. I do a fair bit for that, but I am uncomfortably aware that I’ve been coasting for a couple of years. I think it’s time to go, but it’s quite hard to let go. 18 years at one school and 8 at another (with overlap, that totals 20 years) is a lot to relinquish. I’ve promised to write to the chairman, and tell her what I’m thinking and why.
I’m going to bed to wake my husband again.
But before I do, a wave to Mike, who has written a comment for every post this month. He needs no introduction from me, as he is so well know already but, although I already knew he was interesting, likeable and very readable, I now also know that he is quite the most charming bloke I have ever met. Not that I’ve actually met him, but whatever. Thanks, Mike, and congratulations on your endurance.