I did indeed order the gas, though I was unable to find how to read the gauge on the tank. I’d asked Al and he said it was on the top, so I got a ladder and climbed up, but I still couldn’t find it. I feel stupid and will be more so when I’m shown somewhere absolutely obvious. Still, the person who is afraid to look a fool never does anything worthwhile (though this isn’t one of the more valuable manifestations of the maxim).
I’m glad the Tube strike for next week has been called off, I was expecting to have to walk all over London. Not that I mind walking, I like walking in cities but I am catching a 9 o’clock train back and I’ll be a weary little Z by then.
I’ve had an email for Russell and a phone message too, so that’s two people who don’t know and whom I’ve got to tell. I suppose there will be more in the future too, I’ll have to change my habit of the past few years and send Christmas cards (sorry for mentioning the word, I assure you I won’t make a habit of it). I went out for supper with friends, a regular monthly thing and they’d brought me lovely flowers. I was quite undone for a few moments, it was so unexpected. One of our number has not been there for several months – her beloved daughter in law died of ovarian cancer after a decade or more of doing really well and she can’t cope with social events yet, she’s afraid she’ll cry. I hope she does come soon, it’s better to cry with friends than alone, sometimes.
Not that I’m big on crying if I can help it, I’ve done too much of that in the past four or so years and I think it’s overrated as a stress-relieving exercise. I end up just as miserable but with a headache and red eyes. Blogging is far better and much more cheerful.
Tomorrow, I’m mostly interviewing. For a job, that is. I must remember to put the black bins out first. I’ll write it down now.