I wish I hadn’t. I found myself observing an entertaining discussion forum on the subject of “fee” versus “fie” The English tend to say fie, whilst it’s fee in Greece. But then someone mentioned that it depends on the next letter. I looked further. As soon as one person assured me that chi was pronounced “see”, another said it was “kee” or, ideally, “khee”, with the kh pronounced as a Scottish loch.
I give up. I’ll do what I want and I’d already, many years ago when Al was 15, discovered it was too late for me to learn ancient Greek as I’d spent a geeky childhood wanting.
So, today I looked after Squiffany and Pugsley again, as their mother was doing tattooing at the village school Christmas fair. Tattoo transfers, obv. It was very busy and everyone was having fun. For the first time in my life, I entered Father Christmas’s grotto (I don’t say Santa Claus because I’m English. I don’t shorten it to Santa because once in a while I prove to be a crashing snob). We think it might have been the real Father Christmas, which was quite unexpected, because he had a real weather-beaten red nose and chin that were, undoubtedly, natural and not painted on. Squiffany had told me that he has stand-ins at this time of the year, which seems entirely reasonable.
For the last ten years, at least, there have been silent auctions at school fairs. One year, someone did sterling work in getting gifts and vouchers from local businesses, and it seemed a pity to put them all into the raffle, which had lots of prizes anyway. The Sage suggested a table-top auction, with written bids and a time limit and the then Head was doubtful that it would work, but it brought in a lot of money and they’ve done it ever since. I spent £50 on my three winning bids (a day for two at a Norwich hotel’s swimming pool, sauna and jacuzzi, a pair of children’s shoes of your choice from excellent Norwich manufacturer and a £20 voucher from the clothes shop in town that I often shop at anyway). I gave Dilly the spa voucher and she plans to invite Weeza I think. She also wants me to give the shoes voucher to Weeza as Zerlina grows out of her shoes so quickly.
We came home with a basketful of other goodies, including whole lots of homemade cakes. I’m afraid that the Sage and I, and Dilly when she arrived back, overindulged rather. I could hardly walk by then and was glad of comfort food. I’d been on my feet for several hours, without a stick, and although it doesn’t hurt now, and I may well walk fine tomorrow, I’m glad I phoned for that appointment on Monday. I’m going to get operated on as soon as I can.
My mind is, of course, already toying with what music to listen to, if I do have an epidural. I shall be asking for suggestions. I’m quite sure that Dinu Lipatti will be included but I haven’t thought further yet.