I was pottering about relaxedly this morning when I remembered that I was supposed to leave the house by 9 o’clock. I did, shame there wasn’t time to wash my hair, but it took me several more minutes to de-ice my car. Freezing fog, although it wasn’t so cold in Norwich, but the frost hadn’t lifted by the time I arrived home at lunchtime. I say lunchtime, but I only had a few minutes and ate a couple of biscuits, there being nothing useful in the fridge and no time to cook.
The Dragon’s Den thing was jolly interesting. Each group had 5 minutes for a presentation and came back at the end for questions – ideally, we’d have asked them as we went along, but the teacher wanted to be quite sure that there was enough time for all the presentations, and we did carry on for a couple of minutes past the bell, so it was just as well. Not surprisingly, the ideas were good but some of the financial matters hadn’t been fully thought through. For example, I asked if public liability insurance had been costed for the indoor bike track and it hadn’t. And only a couple of them had allowed for time for the business to build up, most of them assumed that the world would beat a path to their perceived gap in the market. There were two that did stand out, one because of the excellent presentation and the other because it actually was a good idea and we could genuinely see it possibly being a goer. The second half is next Monday, postponed from last Friday; fortunately, all of us can make it.
Roses’ comment about the baby being a Taurus made me think – all three of my children’s other halves were born in September, as was I, but Dora is the end of the month. I got quite interested for a minute, thinking they have all the star sign as I am and if that meant anything, but she must be Libra. Actually, though, if it comes on its due date or around it, the baby will be Gemini, like the Sage.
The most pleasing thing of the day was when I arrived home to find a John Lewis bag in the hall – the new electric blanket had arrived. We’ve been jolly cold, the storage heater in the hall has blown its fuse and we haven’t got round to turning on any heat upstairs. There has been ice on the inside of the bedroom windows. We hope we’ve got the fuse mended now and we’ve got the blanket too, so I’m hopeful of comfort, whether it’s with sleep or without. I was pleased with the service, I ordered it on Thursday afternoon, by the way.
I’m afraid there’s no good news about my friends stuck in Madeira (the Portugese island off the African coast, Dave, not the fortified wine). He is still critically ill in intensive care, they think they’ve tracked down a kidney infection, but I don’t know if that has caused the problem or has resulted from it. They haven’t got a specific diagnosis or a reason for his illness. And the insurance company is ignoring medical advice to airlift him back to this country and the family is having to take legal advice. We’re extremely worried, and desperately sorry for his wife, too. They are Andy and Gill, spare them a thought and good wishes please.