I missed dearest Ann and Mike this afternoon and arrived home to find flowers and a note. I had a meeting – I’d far rather have seen them. I have duly stood down from one post and been elected to another, and also have taken on Safeguarding for the time being – this is quite a lot of responsibility and I and the school have to be absolutely up to the mark; for the safety of children of course, but also because it’s something that Ofsted are really hot on, so I’ll have to know my stuff.
I cooked a trout for supper, very simply en papilotte with wine, butter and dill. I picked some runner beans, but the fish cooked quicker than I thought, so I skinned and boned the trout while the beans cooked. I’d already given the head to Cat, to Eloise’s annoyance. Cat didn’t join her children for tea because she’d caught a mouse, which she ate outside my door. I’m almost out of chicken food, just enough for the chicks in the morning (I’ll give the adults some soaked bread and let them into the garden to eat greens, bugs and worms) because I’d relied on buying more after my meeting, but it overran. I’ll get some more in the morning. I’d like to buy it at the store just down the road, but it’s nearly £2 more for a 20k bag – £7.95 against £6.00 three miles down the road – so I’m afraid they’ve lost my custom.
Yesterday, I had an email from the Rector, who had been contacted by that same store. A tree was dead and leaning on their fence and they wondered who owned it? Possibly the church? Good that he asked me if I knew, because it is either the landlord of the store or me. I’m not sure. There’s the churchyard wall, then a path which is mine, then a dyke and the tree is on the other side. I trotted straight down to have a look – they’re going to try to find out, but so am I. Either we have equal riparian ownership, or the whole thing is mine, I don’t know. I had a letter from the solicitor today, regarding transfer of land to me, as it happens (it isn’t simple because nothing involving Russell ever was, bless and damn him – oh, how mixed up I am – but at least our wills are and it is indeed mine) so I can ask if the deeds make it clear.
I feel a bit drained tonight. I feel as if I am coping on the surface, but am floundering underneath. I’m not worried about this, as such, I think it’s unsurprising and normal, but I’m working to deadlines at present and only just meeting them – not for lack of time but because I stop and do nothing if I can. I’m sailing close to the wind at present, I just need to make that effort and take command of things.
Anyway, tomorrow will start with a really tricky meeting (and I’m going to have to chair it, I’ve realised, buggerit) but improve vastly after that, because lovely Ro and Dora are going to come over and take me out to lunch. So overall, that beats any ‘down’ feeling – in fact, it’s completely cheered me.