Just Jane sent me here.

After a suspiciously short time, it came up with this for me.

ESFP – The Performers

They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation – qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

What do you think? Is this me?

I went next door to give Squiffany back a toy she’d left in my car this morning (rather than take it into nursery school and risk losing it) and to give her parents a couple of messages, and Al said that he’d got back late this evening. “I’d had to park a long way from the shop,” he said, “and when I got to the van, I found that the door had frozen shut. Not the lock, the door itself. It had rained, then frozen hard and the door was stuck. I couldn’t quite face trudging back to the shop for water to de-ice it with, so I had to just keep pulling until it unstuck.”

Dosia drove me and Yvonne to the next village for WI Christmas dinner. I helped with the washing up (we had caterers; it was an in-house do this year) but we said we’d wash the coffee cups and glasses ourselves. When I emerged from the kitchen – which is lovely, they’ve had it really well fitted up as a commercial kitchen for functions; they’re a very sociable village – Yvonne was talking to the new treasurer, who is just taking over from her. “Where’s Dosia?” I wondered, hoping she hadn’t gone home without us. She was de-icing the car again. I went and helped, scraping off the ice with a flexible friend. It is another hard frost tonight. A beautiful starlit one, with a new moon and clear sky.

I’ve had a lovely sociable day and received my second Christmas card. I’ve not written any yet myself but I must get started this weekend, spurred on by darling Martina in Seattle (whose comments you might sometimes read here), who has been thoughtful enough to send me one.

It’s after 11 pm and I’ve got several things still to do. Boo. I’ve finally caught up with most of today’s essential stuff, and now can turn my attention to the meeting I’m going to tomorrow. On the way, I’ve got to pick up some papers that the local printers will (I hope) have ready for me – I was charmed that John rang me at 5 o’clock this evening to apologise that they won’t all be ready as the machine has been playing up today, but to promise that enough will be done to take to the committee, if at all possible. He’ll ring again at 8.30 to confirm tomorrow morning, so that I don’t risk a wasted journey. The Sage is taking me into Norwich (I’m entrusting him with my new car for the first time) and on the way we’ll drop Squiffany at nursery school and pick up another committee member. He will drop us both at the meeting venue, go and do whatever Sages do when they have 3 hours to kill and then meet us all, with our other halves, at a local pub for lunch.

It is not fabulous planning, that I’m then going out in the evening for the WI christmas dinner. However.

I’ve got a horribly full diary for the next couple of weeks. Nothing is in itself horrible and some things are actively to be looked forward to, but there’s so much on. I think I’ll have to make a list soon. I keep remembering I haven’t got around to phoning various people. I’m not good at remembering to make phone calls at an acceptable time of day.

I suppose I’ll have to allow time to do some Christmas shopping, too. Almost everything is bought in Yagnub or online. It takes a good deal of the stress out of it all, although there’s still the frisson of excitement as I wait to see if the goods I’ve ordered actually turn up on time.