I woke up early, having had another disturbed night. I don’t care for these mild nights. It’s January and supposed to be cold, and I keep waking up. I’ve reached the stage of tiredness that I soon fall asleep again, and it all adds up. I do love a good sleep however, and I think I’ll soon be due for one.
When I did wake for good (well, not quite as it turned out), the Sage was still asleep so I played cards and so on, until I started to receive emails, and answered them – some people do get going early in the day, I’m sure they weren’t all on their iPhones. I faffed about on Facebook for a while too, and generally was mildly sociable. Then the Sage woke up, wrapped his arms around me, we hugged and both fell asleep.
And so, by the time we got up, it was raining and the newspapers were soaked. I put them on the Aga to dry out and they are thoroughly crinkly. We spent the morning on the computers and the phones, a good three hours. I was surprised at how busy we were. One call after another, on various subjects. I’m awaiting some replies, but have dealt with most things, which was not bad. I haven’t written up the notes from Friday’s meeting, mind you.
This afternoon, I went to visit John in hospital. It’s actually the very top of the humerus that he broke – “the ball broke right off – not in the sense that it was rolling round the room though,” as he cheerfully put it. He had been hoping to come home very soon, but is becoming aware that he is finding it hard to get up and move around. He may come to the local cottage hospital, which would be ideal. I’ve said, I’ll keep in touch with his wife and visit him again soon, wherever he is. He’s rather wishing he’d bought the iPad when we went to Norwich, as he could do with it now. I’ve said, if he wants me to go and buy it for him, I’ll be very happy to do so. Indeed, I’d enjoy it.
I started to write a post about school finance, but I have found myself giving a lecture. I don’t suppose you all want to know about the Age Related Pupil Allowance and the Standards Fund. I shall have to start again.
Tomorrow, Year 9 Music. I’m looking forward to it, including the school lunch.