Having said we wouldn’t have a tree, it’s turned out that there’s a spare one. Al bought one for the village school, delivered it and now that term is over has brought it back again, and there isn’t a suitable branch for us to take off. This wouldn’t matter, we can get a branch of fir anywhere (and we’re not very bothered, to be honest) but he and Dilly decided that they might as well use it, and that leaves the little tree in a pot going spare. So I said, okay, it can go on the revolving bookcase and we’ll put the floozy and a couple of decorations on it.
If you didn’t know me last year, you won’t have been introduced to the floozy. It’ll probably be as simple to take her picture again and put it up as to refer back to last December. She is an honoured, if not a respected, member of the family.
I didn’t get to the end of term jollies at the high school. I didn’t want to get the car out and then walk on the slippery ground, frankly. We had an electrical problem at the church and I walked there and back four times, which was quite enough – the drives weren’t too bad, but the road was terribly slippery. The last time, carefully as I walked, I slipped several times and it was both caution and luck that kept me upright. I’m probably reasonably safe from dislocation except from a bad fall, but if it were to happen I’d be dreadfully upset. I’m still scared of it more than is quite proportionate, although from my mother’s experiences it’s not surprising. Anyway, I do go out and I haven’t fallen. I had to climb on and off tables and chairs several times, about a dozen, and my hip has hurt a bit this evening, which is interesting – after eleven months, you’d think that wouldn’t happen.
I had to phone the electrician, being unable to deal with it myself. He is a lovely young man. He was on his way to Norwich when I rang, but cheerfully said that he’d call in on his way home, and phoned with 20 minutes warning for me to meet him. Then he quickly diagnosed the problem, said he’d nip back to the shop and get the part and come back, so I left him a key (the church isn’t locked, but the meetings rooms are) and fetched it later. He is busy with appointments, but since this is easily dealt with (and his parents are devout Christians, so he knows that everything has to be in full working order at this time of year) he made sure he fitted it in and phoned through to his later appointments to let them know he’d be a bit late. I don’t think you can beat a good local firm, especially family-run.
I feel that I have copped out, because I’ve wrapped most of the presents. A couple haven’t arrived yet, and I still have a couple to buy, but otherwise they are wrapped. I think it takes the fun out, but I’d have to put everything away otherwise, in case the children come in and start poking around.
Still no diagnosis for Andy. He is being taken to the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital for more specialised tests next week. No prognosis until there’s a diagnosis of course. Poor Andy, poor Gill. So worrying.