Weeza is coming over first thing tomorrow and we’re going to paint the drawing room. It’s so kind, she wants particularly to paint the ceiling to spare our old arms. First thing isn’t too early, in fact, as she has an hour’s drive and she’ll send a text as she leaves home, so we’ve got time to get ourselves sorted out. We have taken out all the furniture that needs to be removed and we’ve taken the pictures off the walls, but we are leaving the curtains until the morning for overnight warmth retention, because it’ll be frosty again.
I had a message on the local email network to say that a friend was having a sale of her sister’s jewellery. Her sister died last month of breast cancer, she was a successful jewellery designer and and there were a lot of her pieces. I’ve still got some of the earrings I bought from her more than 20 years ago, when she was starting out. My friend has had a pretty tough year, with two operations herself, one of which was only partly successful and the other was shockingly sudden, though it cured a problem she hadn’t known she had. And her brother in law is currently paralysed with Guillain-Barré syndrome, though there are hopes of a good recovery, not to mention the illness and death of her younger sister. As soon as I heard, I went straight over and have bought a number of pieces, as presents and for myself. So little one can do.
Before that, I’d been to visit the high school, to see the alterations they’ve done over the summer – and are still doing. When the school became an academy several years ago, it was left with a backlog of years of repairs because the local authority was only really interested in big town schools. They put millions into those, nothing to rural schools. But finally most of the major repairs have been done – new roofs, new windows and doors, as well as other improvements. Still lots to do, but it’s structurally a lot more secure now.
Yesterday, we went to a tour round the puppet theatre in Norwich, which was a lot of fun. It’s housed in a redundant church and has been there for nearly 40 years. The puppets hanging up all over the place are rather creepy, frankly, but impressive in action and the enthusiasm of the people who run is it a joy.
Cheerful music tonight and early to bed, I think. Have a good weekend.