Listening to: Genesis, And Then There Were Three
Reading: next on TBR pile
Happy March! Here’s this month’s calendar picture.
Been a busy weekend. Dad really wasn’t well on Friday (and I have to remind myself that he might see a day a week of my time as ‘not much’, but it’s quite a big chunk of my working week – are women just programmed to feel guilt?).
Nipped into town briefly on Saturday to sort my errands (and, despite seeing the Radley bag in the flesh, I was good). Big thumbs down to Clinton. If they can do a ‘happy mother’s day dear sister/auntie/from the dog’ card, why can they not do a ‘stepmum’ card? Especially given that so many families have stepfamilies, nowadays. And I was quite upset that the salesgirl (a) couldn’t care less (“We put out what we’re told to put out”) and (b) tried to fob me off with a ‘happy birthday to someone who’s like a mum to me’ card, which I could send to practically anyone. I did ask questions at the sales desk (NB I didn’t shout and I wasn’t rude. I made my point quietly), and I’m feeling bolshy enough to write to their head office to tell them how disappointed I am. In future I’ll be buying my cards from a retailer who shows a little more customer care.
And the men in my house are ill with a sore throat, headache, earache and a rattly cough. DH is being particularly stubborn, and I’ve informed him today that he is NOT going to work when he’s been up all night with earache and headache, and coughing up green stuff means it’s bacterial rather than viral and he needs to see the doctor.
I’ve been breaking from my revisions every half an hour to do the ministering angel bit with cold drinks, hot blackcurrant, hot water bottles and paracetamol. Just as well I’m good at multi-tasking. This morning, I will have a late school run (i.e. just Madam’s) and then will be back to being angelic. Despite the fact that I didn’t get the space I needed to finish my book (and I have a bit of a scratchy throat this morning – so fingers crossed I don’t end up with a cotton-wool-filled head to go with it).
Hmm. Is it possible to be angelic and exceedingly grumpy at the same time? (Perhaps I have PMT and need chocolate...)
Note to self: the sun is shining, the kitchen windowsill is filled with hyacinths and daffoils, and today IS going to be a good day.
Plan for today: finish revisions, write article I promised, and start on proofs of Norfolk Miscellany (fingers crossed that it’s an easy set – different editor, but as she has made several very sensible author questions, I’m hopeful that she’s as good as lovely Michelle Harrison). Oh, and I need to do a post office run at some point. Some sleep might be nice...