The days are flying by, and life is, as always, a series of ups and downs. I could do without the downs. I seem to have injured my foot somehow. Heaven knows where or how, but I noticed that I was walking on the outer side of it, which, of course, then makes the knee and the back ache....... etc etc . So I straightened it as I was going down a flight of stairs at work. And stepped on it. I shrieked. Stairwells echo. My language was rather more delightful than is the norm, I confess, and I am just glad that the little cherubs were all in class at the time. (Mind you, my rather colourful language would probably have been normal conversation to them.) So I limped back to the staff room muttering and snarling under my breath, and examined it. I am not sure what for. It looks normal, but is clearly not. It feels like a bone is out of place. I need all bones to be where they are supposed to be at all times. I feel this is only reasonable. And I do not need to resemble the hunchback of Notre Dame as I whizz about at work.
Actually, the whizzing is more like a hobble. For now. I could do with a zimmer. Can you just see me with a laptop slung around a zimmer????? Hmmmm.
Where was I?? Ups and downs. Ups have been good. Not plentiful, but good. I popped in to see my old colleagues this afternoon, and they were so happy to see me. I went to see the finished coursework, and I am so proud of my girls. They have done so well, considering the upheavals in their GCSE year. My old boss is an absolute delight, and offered me so much advice and help, as she always does, and I really do miss them. Not the school. Just our department. Great great people. They stay in touch, and it means the world to me.
So tomorrow is Friday and I have a funeral to go to. I have to work in the morning, so will make a mad dash across the country at lunchtime, and hopefully will get there in time for the service. David is going ahead with friends. There will be lots of people. It still seems unreal. Crazy. But tomorrow, I suspect, it will be very real.