This morning, being a dutiful governor at the High School. Sat in a history lesson as an observer and then went to talk to the folks in the Learning Support Department. And remembered to make an appointment for my next visit, as good intentions are not enough and it’s easy to find that half a term has gone by and I haven’t done a thing.
Dilly rang up. Squiffany would really love to go for a walk, but Pugsley had just gone to sleep on her. Well, it just so happened that, not only would I enjoy a walk too, but I had some things to deliver in the village. We took Tilly -unfortunately, forgot a plastic bag. Fortunately, had some tissues wrapped in plastic. Unfortunately, then had to carry steaming handful. Fortunately, only for 100 yards or so, as the village is well equipped with bins designed for the purpose of depositing doggy deposits.
Squiffany has, over the last week or so, started to use short sentences. Previously, they were a succession of one word comments, but now she will say things like “my nice juice”‘ and “where my nice hat please?” You will see the generally cheerful nature of these remarks, I don’t think she has a ‘cross’ vocabulary yet. When upset or tired, she just cries. Not today, I’m glad to say, when she started to rub her eyes she lay on the sofa for a couple of minutes but then got up again, so I asked her if she would like to go for a ride in the car, to send her to sleep. She thought this was a good idea and so it was.
Time to cook. Then, time to work as I haven’t done my desktop duties today. Three phone calls and an email do not constitute a day’s work.
PS … 7.36pm … I eye the inch of wine in the bottle worriedly. I really hope it is not I who have drunk all that, as I don’t remember having done so. Dinner will be ready in five minutes or so, frightfully Englishly it is roast loin of pork, local leeks and sprouts, roast potatoes…the pork has crackling of course, which is the point of pork. Why do some countries cut the rind off pork?*
I’m sure that someone else has drunk some of the wine. It wasn’t I; for one thing my grammar is not desperately astray and nor is my spelling, and for another there have been no typos to correct. But the thought of two hours work later (minimum) is not a happy one.
*Not countries as such; the butchers or cooks in said countries.