Whatever next? I’ve just heard on the news that the London marathon is likely to be the hottest ever. My gloomy weather app said it was going to be overcast and colder today, but Mrs Sun – wearing a pretty bright frock – has decided to join us. It is lovely.
What’s new with us? Not a great deal. The MD of the firm that fitted Doris’s awning is coming by today to take her down to Devon to have it refitted. This is after the workshop manager told me that I had to drive it to them (45 miles), leave it with them and then pick it up again. At that point (as a reminder this would the fourth time Doris has been in their workshops for this; and we bought the van from them, for not a small sum) I asked to speak to the MD. I think that C and I delivering the vehicle for the fourth time – without recompense other than some diesel from their bowser – was a bit much. Anyway, that seemed to do the trick. I didn’t get to speak to the MD – but I will do today! We will pick it up when we visit friends in Devon in a couple of weeks time. Hopefully fixed. Grrrr.
Work is OK – there are a couple of issues that I’m dealing with, but it’s all workable. The new good news is that the school where I am providing mentoring support for a deputy has asked me to come in and do some wider work with both students and teachers. So we’ll see how that goes. I think, in retrospect, pursuing the compassionate leadership route is going to be less stressful than teaching. Although, as I’ve said before, I do love being in the classroom.
No news from the BBC and Unsuspecting Hero’s screenplay. They did say they’d get back to me by the end of the month – which is next week. I’m guessing no news is better than a rejection email. Still, I don’t hold out for anything.
We have finished decorating the sitting room. I have to say I think it looks fab and well done C as she did most of the painting. We have our bedroom and the stairs/landing to do next. I think we’ll wait for a couple of weeks before we get cracking with those. And we went back to Fowlers yesterday to look for a bike helmet for C (D minus 8 for trike pick up). She likes the Piaggio one I got (in their sale – yippee!), but they didn’t have the right size. We’ll pop out again tomorrow.
That’s it from me. Dull as dishwater (as usual!). Hope Mrs Sun is your accompanist in your Sunday performance.