The best thing that’s happened this week was that it turned out that we were right and the local authority was wrong. But enough about that.
By the way, I don’t know if I’ve suddenly been discovered by the locals or something, but my readership numbers have shot up, about doubling over the past few months. Since readership numbers have been pretty consistent over five of the past six years, I’m not sure whether to be pleased or disconcerted. You’re all very welcome, anyway. Bear in mind that I am, in most circumstances, the irresponsible adult and that nothing I do or say is to be recommended at any time.
An example – the Sage just gave me a slice of cake, cut into two. So I ate the first piece, then the second, then the icing (which I don’t much like). Then he came back into the room. Apparently, the slice was meant for both of us. Oh whoops. He didn’t say. I’ve promised that tomorrow will be Baking Day.
It’ll also be pancake day. Because we were out all afternoon, it wasn’t until after 5 o’clock when I went to the hospital, half past six when I got home whereupon the Sage went to visit, and I remembered pancakes when dinner was more than half cooked, and I was tired by then and had cooked something substantial. So pancakes will be cooked tomorrow instead. We don’t exactly take Lent to heart anyway, never giving anything up. Occasionally, I use it as a method of giving myself impetus to do something extra, but it’s all a bit artificial, it seems to me.
Where I’m a very poor example is in music lessons. This term, it’s all being done on the computer as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago – remixing and mashups and so on – I know reasonably well what it’s all about now, but I have made notes on my phone notepad so that I don’t get the details wrong of just how to get the tempo, key, echo and so on. Of course, phones are not allowed during the school day and so, although I keep mine on silent, I do haul it out regularly, especially as I don’t wear a watch nowadays. When the pupils mention that phones are not permitted, I explain that I make the rules, not follow them and I’m allowed to do things that even the Head may not (true*). And, although my iPhone is much admired, it reinforces the notion that it is for old and staid people, not bright young things, so sales should plummet as soon as the current crop of pupils are old enough to buy their own smartphones.
*Ish. Very ish.