So lovely to have hot weather. I know we’ll all start to complain within days – well, some will, but I won’t. Although I’m no good in the sun at all, I’d rather have it than not. And I can go out and about, it’s just that I can’t sunbathe and I wouldn’t choose to anyway. At my advanced age, it’s a salutary lesson that the bits of skin that have rarely or never been exposed are still young and unwrinkled, but the ones that are out in the elements look altogether older. Lucky me, that I didn’t suntan much and never saw the point of trying, and that I’ve never had an exhibitionist streak and never cared to strip off at a hint of sun. And that’s apart from the cancer risk, of course, which would be high for me, having a fair skin and a number of moles.
But I’m afraid I’ve had to take on another job, though I trust it will be temporary and involve little, if any, work. I’m a trustee of a local – um – trust, which … oh, start from the beginning.
The village church sold a plot of land some 25 years ago and the money was invested and a Trust was set up to administer it. When I was a churchwarden, I was a Trustee by default. A year ago, the Rector and another Trustee left and so, as they really needed someone who knew what was what, I agreed to come on the board again, and be Secretary too. There are only two meetings a year and a couple of letters to write, it’s not a big job. But we still don’t have a Rector and one of the Trustees is leaving, who happens to be Treasurer and neither of the churchwardens feels able to take that on. There are now only the three of us as Trustees and someone has to do it. And I look so ludicrously capable. I do hope this isn’t a long-term thing though, I really don’t like being in charge of other people’s money.
Darlings, I must go to bed. I’m going to the dentist tomorrow – just realised I ate a healthy amount of garlic this evening, whoops – and I must get some strengthening sleep. Toodle-pip, sleep well.