The clock is ticking …
The news from Surrey (we got back from there on Friday night) is that Waitrose had run out of pork joints. Plenty of loos rolls; no pork joints. I think that sums up Godalming to a tee. Here, back in the southwest and having popped into Lidl earlier, it seems that we have yet to fall for the corona virus panic; C was able to pick up a couple of packets of paracetamol without an issue. Hurrah for us!
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me, walking around Lidl keeping my statutory 1 metre from all other shoppers …
It was a tough week at the school and, whilst I have written the 360 degree reports and dispatched them to the individuals, I won’t really know if I’ve made a difference until I meet with them individually tomorrow. That’s another v early start – and I am staying with my mate Kenn tomorrow night, and then back to the school to finish off on Tuesday. If all goes well, I might be up for some more reporting (I’ve only completed 8/24 heads of department and 4/8 houseparents). We’ll see. I have to say that, bearing in mind I’ve had some pretty late nights, the school is getting a bit of a bargain. But, knowing me, I won’t change my fee.
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boot fixed – tick
And Doris is back together again. I think we have no leaks into the garage. There was the tiniest bit of moisture in one of the four corners (after all that horrible rain) and I sense that that might have been residual damp held in the woodwork making its way down by gravity. I covered the work in a way that I can check, so I’ll keep an eye.
We are … almost … getting excited. Six weeks holiday in Doris is something to look forward to. And provided they don’t quarantine the places we’re travelling to/through (poor old Italy) it’s going to be fun. We are going to be pulling the trike (yikes!) and we’re heading for the sunshine. There are no other rules. Everyone else better get out of your way, we have 4.5 tonnes of Hymermobile and nothing is going to stop us.
I’m over half way reading book 6 (still no name) to C. I think the verdict at the moment is that is v complicated. Hmmm. My books are all interweaving plots and multiple characters, but she might have a point. The question I need to answer is whether or not I throw it across to my beta-readers now and ask them the same question … or take a knife to it and then ask them to read it. It is a complex plot, made more so because it’s based in the Far East (all those unpronounceable names). I’ll make that call soon.
So … leaving aside the slight anxiety of a major pandemic chasing us around Europe (and, clearly, nervous for our friends and family), I’m working Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. We’re off to Mum’s On Thursday evening, back Saturday. And our ambition is to catch a ferry from Dover in the early hours of Monday morning. Look for a white splodge masked by a cloud of unburnt diesel! Hurrah!
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a week to go …
