Another one-and-a-half hours. A pity that it was between 1.30 and 3 am, and that this was my total night’s sleep. I woke because I’d been lying on my hand, which had gone dead, and by the time it was revived I was wide awake. Ho hum.
The Sage has gone off to the dentist to have a new crown fitted. He’s a bit gloomy.
I am too, as I had a sniffy reply to my mollifying (I’d hoped) email of yesterday, which included the phrase ‘my principles will not accept the wool being pulled over the Committees eyes.’ It wasn’t. I’ve written again, setting out details that I, fortunately, jotted down yesterday and evidently he didn’t, taken full responsibility, given a fuller explanation and apologised again, and asked what more he’d like me to do -politely, not aggressively. I’m slightly pissed off, but I won’t show it at all because that won’t help. The whole thing is trivial in itself, but his feelings aren’t so I’m continuing to respect them
Damn bloody voluntary jobs. I wouldn’t do this sort of thing for money, you know.
However, as always, there is good news, and excuse me going on about me, me, me (whoops, this is what I do anyway, isn’t it?). My hip doesn’t hurt at all and I put my trousers on effortlessly standing up (yeah, laugh, you’ll be old one day) and didn’t have to think about the height I drew my leg up to. I’m not sure what’s gone right, and I’m not assuming it’ll stay like that, but I’m certainly going to appreciate it while it lasts.
A bit of work in the greenhouse before it’s too hot, then back to the computer, then babysitting Pugsley this afternoon. I must fit in a visit to the town for veggies and exercise, too. And maybe forty winks, later?