Hmm - well life, anyway.
The good -
The good -
- work has been busy, but in a good way. I've been teaching and it tires me out - I have nothing but admiration for those of you who do it full-time.
- S2C and I went out for a very good dinner last night - and then met D-d to go to see comedian Milton Jones. The tickets were her birthday present to her Dad - and were an excellent gift as we all enjoyed him very much. Although there was a woman behind us who could have got employment as a one-person laughter track for TV sitcoms...
- I have been busy wrapping shoe-boxes to send Christmas gifts to the children of the Chernobyl area, where life is still blighted by the events of 26th April 1986 - no, not our wedding, the other events of that day!
- Those of you who are friends of S2C will know that he went to the opticians for his routine check-up yesterday, knowing his sight was getting worse, and that he would doubtless need new glasses, only to be told that the deterioration in his right eye was so great since last time that the optician is very worried about it and wants to do more tests. As S2C's eyesight has always been very poor (both D-d and I are used to cries for help if he puts his glasses down somewhere and then they fall, or he moves a little - without them he cannot see anything), then deterioration that worries our optician worries us too.
- The weather this summer has been so bad that the turnip harvest has failed at the 'folk village' of Cregneash - children who would usual attend the fun-days making traditional turnip lanterns for 31st October (hop-tu-naa to us), are being told to bring their own turnip if they can find one... or any other large root vegetable they might be able to hollow out! Can you imagine a spooky lantern made out of a carrot?
- I almost didn't get home from work tonight as so many of the roads between Douglas and Peel were flooded - and I'd got stuck on the Peel side of the floods. But I did - so perhaps this belongs in 'Good'!
- The guy who was the support act last night. Well not so much down right ugly, as really not very good. Really, really, not very good. He was called Hal Cruttenden - avoid him if you can, I think.