And the school has been hit by a bug. The winter vomiting bug. 10% of children off yesterday, 20% today, and a number of staff. I went in for my weekly meeting with the Head, came home, washed and applied sanitiser, drank a tot of whisky and made a masala omelette for lunch with three eggs, an onion, two chillies and three cherry tomatoes. Then I ate chocolate – but it’s sweetened with xylitol rather than sugar, so is good for my teeth. I may catch this bug, but I’ll go down fighting.
And I’m going to hold Monday’s committee meeting here, rather than in school. One of the governors is caring for a family member with cancer, another for a very elderly one. Let’s not look for trouble, hey. No illness at the sixth form site, but there’s 1,250 adults and children at the main school, so a lot of people are affected.
Russell is out at a funeral today. It’s the time of the year, I’m sorry to say, and it’s not even as if it’s a cold winter. Between us, we’ve been to eight or nine in the last four weeks, it’s a sad time. My love to those thinking of people they’ve lost or are about to lose (one blog friend’s father is desperately ill and will not recover). Today is the 44th anniversary of my father’s death, Monday is the 27th anniversary of my stepfather’s.
And now I’m going to spend an hour on school stuff and, I hope, put it aside for the weekend. Then I shall go and play the piano. Champagne tonight, I think. Remember people with a smile.