Dilly isn’t very well. She has got one of the stomach bugs going around, not to any spectacular extent but she feels generally miserable and has stomach ache and if she tries to eat it gets substantially worse, so she’s not eating at all. So she didn’t go to work today. I took Squiffany to nursery school and then entertained Pugsley for the day, which was planned anyway. He went trouser and pant less for the day, as he is fine at using a potty as long as he isn’t wearing anything, but if he is, he forgets it isn’t a nappy and there is the risk of a Little Accident. Anyway, all went well and he ate a substantial lunch of salmon, pasta and cheese sauce. Cucumber and lettuce were served which he likes in theory but rarely actually eats. He did have half a banana and some orange juice though.
In the afternoon, Dilly got up and cuddled Pugsley on the sofa, and I went to fetch Squiffany. We went and bought some biscuits and crisps. Dilly needed to sleep again, so I suggested the children took food into their bedroom. Squiffany, who is a practical and cheerful little girl, started to spread out a crocheted blanket on the bedroom floor. “We can have a picnic, it’ll be more fun!” she explained. We turned on the radio, spread out the food and put out cushions to sit on. I had to go to a meeting, but they said they’d play quietly.
My meeting, well, can’t really say anything (this confidentiality nonsense) but I must say that all of us there, of whom I was by far the least important (this is not modesty at all, but simple truth, if only in this instance *ahem*) wouldn’t get very far if we left it to the people whose job it is to help, but who merely get in the way. There are doers and there are pen-pushers.
I made a lovely fish pie for dinner. Dexter is on later. I shall do some knitting in the meantime.
Oh, by the way, I’m finding Mahler a bit dull, to my surprise. Shostakovich is going well, however. I haven’t tried to learn a poem yet and I haven’t done anything new or met any bloggers. But it’s still January and I’ve the whole year, after all.