I’m supposed to phone the surgery to arrange for a home assessment. This would happen automatically, As If By Magic, with the NHS, but both Weeza and a friend who is a Health Visitor have advised me I’ll have to sort it.
It’s slightly embarrassing. I’ve only got a few segments of spare time. I’m sure it’s not the done thing to say you’re too busy to see a health worker except on a few specific occasions – choice of, that is. It’s not that easy to go back and insert a couple of words with the phone. Much as I appreciate it, I’ll be glad to get online on the computer again.
I’m none too pleased with myself. I had a little nap after dinner. I never sleep in the evening normally, it’s such a staid thing to do. But neither the Sage nor I slept well last night. And Dilly said that nor did she and Al. I think the temperature went up in the night. Seems absurd, a couple of degrees difference when it’s not much above freezing, but four of us can’t be wrong.
This afternoon’s meeting was the Festival committee. The Festival happens in six months’ time. No one can say we’re not dedicated. Actually, I only ever offered to write up the notes. I do my best to steer clear of most of the actual work.
We think the children’s disco has had its day. It’s just a matter of what to put in its place. A Friday evening when High Jinks are planned for the weekend – there’s some money in hand to pay for some entertainment, but it’s a matter of attracting children and their parents. And not being too much work for those who will be working flat out the rest of the weekend. Hmm.