Today, I did stuff that needed to be caught up on. Like paying bills. One day soon, I hope to pay cheques into the bank. But one has to prioritise. And there is one cheque I haven’t seen since half an hour after I was given it a month or two back, so I really should look for it again.
I went shopping. The butcher and the supermarket – just the little local supermarket, to keep within my comfort zone for shopping. And I visited a friend, who had sawed up some fence posts and was giving them to us for firewood. Together, we loaded them into the car, ‘nng’ing at their heaviness. I arrived home and told the Sage. He went and got the barrow and casually heaved them on it by himself. Hmm. Picking up from the ground is quite different from sliding on the level. Anyway, maybe even now he is wincing from the incipient hernia.
This afternoon, off to the High School for the governors’ meeting. You know, the important one where my part in it didn’t really matter. I had forgotten that it was election time. Or, for the chairman and vice-chairman, re-election time. Which am I? Well, the word ‘vice’ is the clue here, darlings. As you probably expected. In fact, the chairman is superb and I hope she will stay in post forever, or at least until I have a legitimate reason to quit altogether as I really don’t want to make the time and effort commitment that she does. I come into my own when there is a problem. I am, actually, quite good at throwing myself into a tricky situation and playing a worthwhile part in putting it right. Then I rather want to relax for a bit, which would not be a good idea in this job. Having said that, I’ve been a school governor for eighteen years and, although I don’t have any children at school any more, it seems a bit of a waste of all that effort to quit.
I have pictures to post, but I’m too tired, or possibly lazy, to go through the palaver of finding the lead, putting them on the computer, etc, etc, etc (crikey, I must be tired, can’t be bothered to rabbit). Tomorrow.
Also tomorrow, Bury St Edmunds. That is a place, not a plan of action. I don’t indulge in that sort of vice.