Little Hadrian isn’t very well. He came to me as usual on a Monday, but looked heavy-eyed and was sneezing. He didn’t want bacon for breakfast, though tucked into toast and jam. We spent much of the morning cuddling on the sofa, watching CBeebies, the tv programme for little children.
Today, Dilly emailed to say that she was staying home to look after him because he wasn’t well enough for nursery, but was I free in the afternoon? Of course – and I’m pleased to say that he ate a slice of ham and half a buttered biscuit, which was more than he’d eaten all morning. Later, he ate a few mini-Cheddars and drank quite a lot of Ribena. Then he fell asleep. When he’d arrived, you could see the pain in his eyes, but later he looked better.
People arrived for a meeting when he was still asleep and he was much admired. He is indeed a beautiful child. Tomorrow, I’ll have him again – Dilly teaches on four days a week, though not always full days – I’ll fit in with her. It wouldn’t be easy on Thursday, but that’s her day off anyway.
As a result of this afternoon’s meeting, I’ve offered to host another brief one next week, the same day as I’m interviewing – and, of course, that’s the way I like it. Being busy, fitting things in, feeling useful. I realise it’s a flaw in my character, but it doesn’t bother me. It’s only one among the rest.
The piano tuner came for the most obvious of career-specific reasons and he admitted to have brought the bill for the restoration of the pianola. He was deeply embarrassed and had a lot of explanations, without coming to an actual sum of money. Finally, I suggested he might give me the bill at the end and run…I have known him for so many years, either side of 40 – “we’re older than we look,” I said…and that’s almost what he did, went out to his car at the end and fetched it. Yes, it’s a lot. Not beyond the bound of what I’d thought it’d be, somewhat more than my optimistic moments had suggested. About halfway, in fact. I’ll transfer money from my savings to my current account tomorrow and pay him. I wanted my pianola at any price and that’s that.
Wink left today, after a really good weekend. I’m waiting for a phone call to say she’s safely home.
And I’m taking the rest of the evening off. Books and newspapers await. And online Scrabble, I dareasy.