It’s been far too long a day, and I didn’t quite make it to the end. It was the Head’s appraisal in the morning, which went very well – successful transition to academy, ongoing successful transition towards 11-18 school (instead of 13-18) and an Outstanding Ofsted, I’m not breaking any confidentiality in saying we thought the lad done good. After lunch, a full governors’ meeting, also went fine but by the end I had a splitting headache – and I hardly ever get headaches nowadays – and the prospect of another meeting to come. And that was a really beastly one, though I am sorry to say that I can’t talk about it. I’m not being awkward – I suppose though, if I can’t tell you, I shouldn’t even hint at it – but anyway, it finally finished at 6.15. By then, I was supposed to be in a Year 10 Drama performance, but I couldn’t face it. I was exhausted, felt sick and drove straight home, where I found myself obliged to hurry straight to the loo. That was a surprise. I’ve got the stomach of an ostrich normally – well, I haven’t, I’ve the stomach of a Z – anyway, I’m hardly ever sick. After that, I went and had a bath (no, there hadn’t been an accident, I thought it would make me feel better) and was in bed before 7 and asleep in moments.
Ten minutes later, the Sage brought me dinner on a tray. I fear that he didn’t get the friendliest of receptions. I stayed in bed, eventually slept again, finally got up at 9.30. No idea when I’ll get back to bed. I’m fine now, but I think it was the weeks of not enough sleep finally catching up with me.
The Sage just brought me one of the new £50 notes to see, and compare to an old one. “The banks ran out, they were selling like hot cakes,” he said.
Family Christmas wishlists are starting to arrive: or rather, links to them. If I have the least sense, I’ll just get my act together and order everything or go and buy it in the next few days. I have very little sense, but might just cobble it together somehow. I’m going to look for some sheet music to suggest for a start – though still knowing that this is pie in the sky. Still, one has to aspire, I suppose. I suppose…well, this is a last-ditch attempt, anyway.
I only had one thing in my diary for tomorrow, and fortunately checked, because it’s been postponed, which is brilliant. A day that I’d marked as busy and now have free feels like a gift.