It was a quiet day, though not entirely uneventful. It started at 2 am when I found an email from Martina – yes, first of the day, thank you. Not by much, because an ecard arrived from Head and Mrs Head soon afterwards.
Rupert the pup arrived for the day before 8 o’clock. However, my modest breakfast of 1 oz muesli with barely enough milk to moisten (I hate soggy cereals) was so coveted by two drooling dogs that I ended up eating very little of it myself.
The other day, a Jiffy bag arrived, with Happy Birthday written on the back and a Sheffield postcode and house number. I looked it up, found the road but the number doesn’t seem to exist. I don’t know if it’s one of you, thank you very much for the present and I’d appreciate a hint because I have no idea who my mystery friend is.
We went out to lunch, quite early because the cleaners were coming at 1 o’clock. And then I kept another appointment – oh yes, I know how to have a good time.
Alex had made a fabulous birthday cake.
Delia’s recipe, a flourless cake, really delicious , there was a light cakey crust and a moussey layer around a filling of whipped cream. Against instructions, because I’d said no presents, they brought books and a puzzle book for my holiday, flowers, nougat and a motorcycle magazine. Russell had reminded me that my present will be a motorbike of my choice, just as soon as I’m able to ride it.
And then we drank pink champagne, a very good bottle I’ve been keeping for a special occasion. And if the pension age having being raised so that I won’t be a pensioner for several years isn’t a *special* occasion, I don’t know what is.
I’ve just had an email from the Head, saying that Ofsted are all over Suffolk this week and next. Oh joy. That really is all that’s needed. If the call comes tomorrow or the next day, I’m going to be in a sudden blind panic. If next week, I’m going to be away, but have the awful knowledge that I won’t be doing my job. I’m going to warn the rest of the governors now. Ho hum.