If anyone came on this site a couple of days ago – or, rather, tried to – and there was a forbidding ‘fatal error’ message, it wasn’t. I was told to upgrade and that overloaded the available bandwidth, or whatever it’s called – anyway, it crashed because it was full. Ronan has dealt with it and I’ve said that he can always delete posts from more than two years or so ago, if he likes, because they’re all still there on the old Blogger blog anyway. I won’t get rid of that. He thinks it’ll be all right, though, it’s just that it automatically backs up every so often, which means it takes up twice the space it should do.
It’s been a lovely weekend, the family all came over for tea yesterday – afternoon tea, that is, with three sorts of cake, scones with jam and clotted cream, cucumber sandwiches and little sausages so that we could pretend the children were having some protein too. Everyone arrived two or three hours before I’d been expecting them, which was lovely, and Tim rapidly rustled up some lunch for those who hadn’t had any. He also discovered how much my children talk when they get together – they all get on really well, all six of them, and they don’t see each other all that often. They brought their presents for me, since I won’t be seeing them for Christmas. I haven’t finished shopping yet though, so I’ll have to deliver mine to them. Ro and Dora are going to be with Weeza and co on the Day, so I can drop them off there rather than go all the way up to the wilds of north Norfolk.
Because the new chairman of governors is receiving post-operative treatment, he won’t be able to give a speech at prize giving tomorrow, so it’ll be up to me again. I’ve looked out the last five and reminded myself of the sort of thing I usually say. This really will be the last time.
Today, I’m on my own and will get out all the presents I’ve bought and find out that I’ve got a lot less done than I thought I had, because that’s always the way. I still can’t really cope with Christmas cards, so will only do the absolute essentials (it doesn’t help that I’ve never found the address book since Russell died. He had a rooted objection to putting it back where he found it). I’ve got a lot to do in the next week and might even make a list. I think I’m going to need something to push me along. It’ll be only too easy to sit and not do much, while thinking about our darling friend. Her funeral is two days before Christmas, I’ll send her love from each of you while I’m there. I can’t truly think that magnificent spirit isn’t about somewhere still, I’m sure she will know in some way.