Today, my daughter emailed me to say that we’re all invited to the wedding of her friend’s K’s sister – she and I went to K’s own wedding in Madras four years ago, and she and her husband, sister and aunt came to El and Phil’s two summers ago. This time round, the wedding, or the Indian part of it anyway, will be in Lowestoft – I suppose they have to have a registry office wedding as well as a Hindu one – but I’m looking forward to it very much. I’ll have to get out my saris and decide which to wear…
I was on governor duty at the Year 9 parents’ evening at the high school. I positioned myself at the signing-in table, so managed to speak to everyone. Didn’t quiz about governor-related issues, as I think going to see teachers is quite stressful enough already, but I chatted and was generally friendly and pointed people in the right direction. I heard, yesterday, that the village school was to receive its Ofsted inspection today. Just a one-day inspection with two people – I think these short-notice inspections are much better for a quick check that all’s going well, but the solemnity of the evaluation between categories is a bit tough – if you take a snapshot, you will get a slightly hit-and-miss result. I think they will come over well, though, and I certainly hope so. I haven’t heard yet if the result of the planning application for a new school comes through; if it’s a ‘yes’ they may start building very soon.
The paper shop had sent back our paper unsold, as we hadn’t picked it up. I pointed out politely that we’d expected it to be there as it would be on our bill and it would be our problem if we hadn’t fetched it. She made a note to remove it and apologised, but it wasn’t her fault and I said so. It wasn’t anyone’s, in fact, but another time we’d put a note through the door asking them to hold on to it for us.
It must be the damp weather – I’ve been finding it quite painful to use my hands much, recently. I’ll mention it to the doctor when I next visit, but it’ll either be rheumatism or arthritis and I’m a tad pissed off, whichever. All the more important for me to get going with the clarinet. I need to twiddle those fingers while I can.
I’ve replied nicely to my committee friend, but I’m still putting off the Latin one. I’ve been out most of the day, but I’ve really been sleeping on it to be quite sure I know my mind.
Clarior Usta Rogo, as they say in Yagnub