Way back in August, when all the world was young lads, we thought we'd replace the crumbling garden shed with a combo shed/summerhouse. And lo and behold, a mere four and a half months later...
It just remains to paint parts, but today the locks were fitted, so I got to drag the shed contents, which have been getting thoroughly sodden despite plastic sheeting, across the Somme-like morass used to be the lawn.
Tomorrow Team Polskie should be back to clear the debris and I can move to the slightly more fun bit of pimping the summerhouse end. There are some off cuts of the new hall carpet, some folding chairs, a table lamp and a heater to go in. Need to acquire a small table.
Then I'm hoping for some pretty winter weather in which I can sit there, fingering seed packets and Planning.
If you can do labels on the copier you are an Administrative Goddess as well as a domestic one ...
You're too kind!
Actually, the label printing went off fine; the first page printed on the wrong side, but that's par for the course the first time you print labels on a new machine. No labels were eaten, and swearing was minimal and hidden under my mask ...
A hat has been bought: I'd have liked it to be a little bigger but they seemed to be all one size, so it'll have to do. As long as it keeps some of the rain off, I'll be happy enough.
In other news, isn't it nice living in a country with a civilised attitude to holiday entitlement? My boss informs me that I have nine days that need to be taken by the end of March, so I'm taking the first of them on the 23rd and 24th of December.
Way back in August, when all the world was young lads, we thought we'd replace the crumbling garden shed with a combo shed/summerhouse. And lo and behold, a mere four and a half months later...
I wanted a small summerhouse but the resident DIYer wanted decking for a BBQ. This was in Spring. He ordered the wood last week and was surprised that it wouldn't arrive for a few weeks...
I have the opposite problem with hats, piglet, in that my head is small. But I do like hats and wear one as soon as September hits us.
The NHS has a generous holiday policy, if I remember rightly. Though we don't do badly here anyway.
An effective but tiring session of marking. All that staring at the screen makes your eyes ache. I've put some garlicky roast potatoes on and will soon add carrots and white fish (haven't looked to see what type of fish it is).
A cold but pleasant day here. This morning I took Captain Pyjamas to the hairdresser, to avoid him being mistaken for a girl After that we went round the market for few fruit and vegetables, and also got a nice Christmas wreath which is now looking very festive on our front door.
Captain P has recovered, and ate BAKED BEANS with great gusto at lunchtime. I also ate beans, along with BAKED POTATO. English comfort food at its finest.
... You are photocopying onto labels? Now I'm flabbergasted... Is that even a thing?
It is indeed. It can cause Indescribable Woe, if the machine expects you to know that unless you put the labels, the correct way up, in the right orifice, it will throw a wobbly of Epic Proportions and eat the said labels, but this particular machine was much more obliging, and ran them through no problem at all.
I have less-than-fond memories of one of the lecturers in the art college where I used to work feeding the photocopier with the acetates you used on overhead projectors (remember them?), and it not only ate them, but cooked them first, leaving an unpleasant (and possibly toxic) miasma in its wake.
We were very wary of letting her anywhere near it after that.
Supper chez Piglet was risi et bisi - risotto with peas and BACON - and very nice it was too.
Part of the trouble with the long commute is not getting home until after 6 o'clock: by the time I've cooked supper and eaten it, it doesn't leave much time for the important things in life like messing around on here or doing the Grauniad crossword.
I have less-than-fond memories of one of the lecturers in the art college where I used to work feeding the photocopier with the acetates you used on overhead projectors (remember them?), and it not only ate them, but cooked them first, leaving an unpleasant (and possibly toxic) miasma in its wake.
Ah, of course there were two kinds of acetate - those you could use in a copier and those that gummed it up. But not evetyone realised that ...
It is indeed. It can cause Indescribable Woe, if the machine expects you to know that unless you put the labels, the correct way up, in the right orifice, it will throw a wobbly of Epic Proportions and eat the said labels, but this particular machine was much more obliging, and ran them through no problem at all.
I have less-than-fond memories of one of the lecturers in the art college where I used to work feeding the photocopier with the acetates you used on overhead projectors (remember them?), and it not only ate them, but cooked them first, leaving an unpleasant (and possibly toxic) miasma in its wake.
We were very wary of letting her anywhere near it after that.
Well, that's two things I've learnt this evening. The acetate copying sounds even more lethal than the sheets of address labels! I've had problems enough just fighting with malevolent photocopiers and bog standard sheets of paper.
I have less-than-fond memories of one of the lecturers in the art college where I used to work feeding the photocopier with the acetates you used on overhead projectors (remember them?), and it not only ate them, but cooked them first, leaving an unpleasant (and possibly toxic) miasma in its wake.
Ah, of course there were two kinds of acetate - those you could use in a copier and those that gummed it up. But not evetyone realised that ...
Stop! I'm getting flashbacks! 'Ride of the Valkyries' will start at any moment...
Yep, the photocopiable/printable acetates I used came with an attached sheet of paper to protect it. They were more expensive, so I had both types, saving the cheaper ones for writing or drawing on by hand.
And if we're playing acetates, the Banda machine was another skill entirely - particularly multicoloured Banda sheets.
Oh, the Banda machine! The copies from which fade, and I can't read the guitar music any more.
I used to have a thing which used Banda type ink via pencils or pens on a gel. Very useful for copying exercises into books.
We must be talking about the copies of things we used to get at school - the ink was purple and they had a smell you could get high on. When I got to secretarial college, if I recall correctly, it was a process known as "offset litho". That was in the days of carbon copies in typewriters and if you made a mistake you had to correct the top copy and all the carbon copies with white correction fluid and sit there holding them apart and waiting for them to dry.
Talking of offices - hoping @Piglet is having a good day and the commute was smooth again.
The World of Nen turned busy yesterday, with one meeting hard on the heels of another, so I'm looking forward to a gentler pace today. I may try a foray to the local garden centre; I may not.
No gentler pace here; I still have a stack load of marking to do over the next two weeks.
I woke up feeling rough this morning but am feeling slightly better after a short walk. I'm still having the effects of long covid 9 months later, which is generally a fast heart rate when doing activity, with resultant fatigue. But the unusual side effect is that sitting for long periods of time with a lower pulse makes me lightheaded with a numb face (known symptoms of the post-viral symptom I think I have). I am, of course, currently sitting marking for several hours every day. I'm breaking it up into chunks and walking around in between.
We must be talking about the copies of things we used to get at school - the ink was purple and they had a smell you could get high on. When I got to secretarial college, if I recall correctly, it was a process known as "offset litho". That was in the days of carbon copies in typewriters and if you made a mistake you had to correct the top copy and all the carbon copies with white correction fluid and sit there holding them apart and waiting for them to dry.]
And then there were the Gestener skins, which you corrected with livid red fluid. And, unless you were careful, the middles of all the "o's" and "a's" fell out.
Oh, the Banda machine! The copies from which fade, and I can't read the guitar music any more.
I used to have a thing which used Banda type ink via pencils or pens on a gel. Very useful for copying exercises into books.
When I was at teachers' college, those students who were specialising in infants' teaching [now called early childhood education] were required to manufacture a jelly-pad as one of their assessment tasks. Often the only method of stencil reproduction available in small country schools.
We must be talking about the copies of things we used to get at school - the ink was purple and they had a smell you could get high on. When I got to secretarial college, if I recall correctly, it was a process known as "offset litho". That was in the days of carbon copies in typewriters and if you made a mistake you had to correct the top copy and all the carbon copies with white correction fluid and sit there holding them apart and waiting for them to dry.]
And then there were the Gestener skins, which you corrected with livid red fluid. And, unless you were careful, the middles of all the "o's" and "a's" fell out.
My father was the publicity officer for the local tennis association in suburban Sydney NSW. As he worked long hours, my mother was the editor and typist for the weekly bulletin, and I was often the teenaged printer in charge of the association's Gestetner, which stood on a table adjacent to the back wall of our dining room. When Dad arrived home from work, often after the rest of us had eaten dinner, we would get in the car and drive around the district delivering the bulletin to tennis courts and sporting goods shops.
The printing side of things stood me in good stead in my early teaching years, as it meant that the office staff allowed me to print my own worksheets when they weren't using the Gestetner instead of having to wait. Fifty-plus years later I'm still editing and printing for various community and church bodies, just with more advanced technology.
I used to make loads of worksheets using the banda machine.
One I remember was a handwriting sheet, so the children practised their cursive writing.
"Don't forget the upward flick" I cautioned on the sheet.
Unfortunately a minute crease cut off the top of the l so, in joined up writing, it looked as though I was reminding the children not to forget the upward f*ck.
There were quite a few giggles going around the class before I realised what had happened!
Oh, I also remember the Banda machine 😅. I’d just started teaching and pupils and students had to take a lot more notes then, either copying from the blackboard (whiteboards were just making an appearance, the blackboards were on rollers on the wall), taking dictation, or by making notes while being ‘lectured’, as handouts were not used much. I seem to remember a quieter, slower pace in the classroom and better recall / revision skills imbibed along the way. But may be I’m looking back with rose-tinted glasses 😉. Though retired, I’m not ancient by the way!
Oh, I also remember the ... blackboards were on rollers on the wall), taking dictation, or by making notes while being ‘lectured’, as handouts were not used much.
Ah, the "Unique" chalkboards by Wilson & Garden of Kilsyth. I remember them well. Some in our engineering department at Uni had one panel which looked like graph paper.
Oh, I also remember the ... blackboards were on rollers on the wall), taking dictation, or by making notes while being ‘lectured’, as handouts were not used much.
Ah, the "Unique" chalkboards by Wilson & Garden of Kilsyth. I remember them well. Some in our engineering department at Uni had one panel which looked like graph paper.
I loved my roller blackboard. I used to wash it down at the end of the day, it was a ritual which said ‘time to go home’. 🙂🙂
I recall when I was about 50 ish wondering if I could finish my teaching days without getting into computers of any sort. How quickly times changed! I have no regrets about abandoning the Gestetner correcting fluid or the Banda, but I still have a soft spot for the OHP.
I wonder if there are gadgets I am going to need in 20 years time in order not to be left out. I do feel pity for those people of my age and older who refuse to have anything to do with computers or tablets or mobile phones. They are missing so much.
I reckon everyone over the age of about 40 has a nostalgia for the smell (and colours) of Banda printouts.
They were still in use (just) when I was a TC student in the early 80s (I was better at producing Bandas than I was at teaching, and didn't finish the course).
Lothian Buses must have heard my rant yesterday - both buses today have had the screen thingy working.
Some kind of veggie pasta thing for supper, I think - I've got broccoli, mushrooms and Kenya beans in the fridge, so I'm sure I can cobble something together.
@Piglet - reverting for a moment to the joys of commuting (yes, I know...), do you have time and/or opportunity on train or bus to do the Grauniad crossword?
I used to have a train journey to London of about an hour each way, which was sufficient to allow me to complete at least 2 or 3 of the clues...
I wonder if there are gadgets I am going to need in 20 years time in order not to be left out. I do feel pity for those people of my age and older who refuse to have anything to do with computers or tablets or mobile phones. They are missing so much.
I think is and will be a huge issue. I have a mobile phone purely because there is so much I can't do without it. I've never used it to make a phone call. I only have it because so much big tech insists I have a mobile phone number for security back up, and so that I can do internet banking (my building society uses mobile phones as part of it's online banking process.)
Similarly I have a friend who has a computer but who only uses it when forced to do so. She absolutely hates it - and I feel so sorry for her. So many of the organisations she has to deal with insist on interactions via computer. It's like pulling teeth - in fact I'm sure she'd much rather go to the dentist. Plus of course the less you use a computer the more difficult they are to come to grips with.
I dread the galloping progress of technology as I get older. I'm addled enough as it is....and I don't have younger family who might be kind enough to help me over the hurdles. The one good thing is that many things I have feared with technology, have turned out to be quite easy, once I've plucked up the courage to have a go.
I use internet banking (NatWest), and also PayPal (for online purchases from Mr E Bay and other emporia), and they do ask for a mobile phone number - but DON'T insist on it.
Just as well, as my mobile phone is so old that it has to be connected to a supply of Steam before it will work...
I had to get a new mobile phone in part because I could not receive those security alerts.
Unless I was standing on a chair, in the window of only One of our bedrooms and with the phone rammed flat against the ceiling.
Goodness only knows what the neighbours thought!
A new-for-me IPhone 7 stopped all that. Hurrah! I can even take calls from the sofa now......
I had to get a new mobile phone in part because I could not receive those security alerts.
Unless I was standing on a chair, in the window of only One of our bedrooms and with the phone rammed flat against the ceiling.
Goodness only knows what the neighbours thought!
A new-for-me IPhone 7 stopped all that. Hurrah! I can even take calls from the sofa now......
The only place I can get any radio station in my house is in the bathroom, with the radio pressed hard against the boiler, and the only station I can get is Radio Devon, which when I try it is always pop or football. I prefer the pop to the football.
Personally, as we've just had self-isolation imposed on the biggest area of my education workplace, and we've spent today trying to teach some parents the skills needed to access their offspring's work, (some of my students can, the majority cannot - this is a specialist place for 16 - 25 years old students with multiple additional needs) I am mounting a one person "Bring back pre-computerised education" campaign and am nostalgically dreaming about banda machines, blackboards and chalk, and all of the other devices described.
On the positive side, the entertainment of doing a Zoom Christmas Music quiz with Japes providing the piano accompaniment had those staff who didn't know me well in stitches.
... do you have time and/or opportunity on train or bus to do the Grauniad crossword?
It's not all that long on the train - about 20-25 minutes, so not long enough for most Grauniad crosswords - but the main reason I don't is I think the print on my mobile would be uncomfortably small (even if I could be bothered faffing about with my spectacles, which I can't). I'm quite happy waiting until after supper and doing it on the Tablet.
The supper I cobbled together was actually quite good: spaghetti, broccoli and Kenya beans with a sauce made of onion, garlic, olive oil, tarragon, thyme and crème fraîche and topped with grated Parmesan and a few toasted slivered almonds.
Japes, you omitted slates! And their heirs, the individual whiteboards, which I found absolutely brilliant. At a glace you could see who had "got it", who was getting it from someone else, and modify the teaching to fit how the matter was going in.
I remember the rolling blackboards of my youth, and the OHPs of my early teaching years.
But I've actually taught far more years as distance education than in the classroom setting. I taught in a traditional university 1997-1999, then nursed/taught in a clinical setting for 7 years, and I've been teaching in distance ed for 13 years. We must have been using online teaching rooms for at least 7 years, though I've also spent a couple of days a year in the classroom until this year, and I've probably marked electronically for 10 years.
Lots of marking today, as well as student support. Tea was a rather nice salmon and watercress risotto.
Yesterday I decided to be brave and Venture Out. I went to the hairdresser, because if I didn’t, I feared a further lockdown after Christmas , thereby leaving it too long.
Church choir has resumed in church, and an extra practice was called, in preparation for recording the Carol service on Saturday. Somewhat against my better judgement I agreed to go, as what we had learnt over Zoom needed to be fitted together. Early meal ( delicious slow cooked park casserole), then all packed and masked up ready to go, but my car wouldn’t start ( need to try again now, then get help if it still won’t).
Mr Puzzler reluctantly agreed to take and fetch me, as long as he was back in time for The Repair Shop, so I had to leave early.
Awake half the night , worrying about the car and possibly my folly in taking risks in Venturing Out.
We are released into the wild today! Hurrah! I’m good at pottering but missed my dog walks. We didn’t miss shopping and shall continue to do it all online, with supermarket, veg box and butcher’s deliveries.
Mr Boogs and I argued over who would take the dog - we don’t both go together as our walking paces are so different that neither of us enjoy it. So she has had two walks this morning! She looked a bit bemused but soon took it in her stride.
My husband has just left to drive up to York and bring my oldest son home from university for Christmas! He's had his two covid tests so is all clear to return and join our household.
I have a day off from marking but need to continue re-writing my literature review for submission next Tuesday. My prevarication on this is just as bad as for the marking.
Mr Boogs and I argued over who would take the dog - we don’t both go together as our walking paces are so different that neither of us enjoy it. So she has had two walks this morning! She looked a bit bemused but soon took it in her stride.
During the first lockdown a meme did the rounds which was a picture of a dog on top of a wardrobe with the caption, "I'm not going on another walk!"
How are the little family doing?
I'm doing an online retreat/quiet day today and shouldn't really be on here at all...
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It just remains to paint parts, but today the locks were fitted, so I got to drag the shed contents, which have been getting thoroughly sodden despite plastic sheeting, across the Somme-like morass used to be the lawn.
Tomorrow Team Polskie should be back to clear the debris and I can move to the slightly more fun bit of pimping the summerhouse end. There are some off cuts of the new hall carpet, some folding chairs, a table lamp and a heater to go in. Need to acquire a small table.
Then I'm hoping for some pretty winter weather in which I can sit there, fingering seed packets and Planning.
You're too kind!
Actually, the label printing went off fine; the first page printed on the wrong side, but that's par for the course the first time you print labels on a new machine. No labels were eaten, and swearing was minimal and hidden under my mask ...
A hat has been bought: I'd have liked it to be a little bigger but they seemed to be all one size, so it'll have to do. As long as it keeps some of the rain off, I'll be happy enough.
In other news, isn't it nice living in a country with a civilised attitude to holiday entitlement? My boss informs me that I have nine days that need to be taken by the end of March, so I'm taking the first of them on the 23rd and 24th of December.
Nine days is nearly two weeks!
You are photocopying onto labels? Now I'm flabbergasted... Is that even a thing?
I wanted a small summerhouse but the resident DIYer wanted decking for a BBQ. This was in Spring. He ordered the wood last week and was surprised that it wouldn't arrive for a few weeks...
I have the opposite problem with hats, piglet, in that my head is small. But I do like hats and wear one as soon as September hits us.
The NHS has a generous holiday policy, if I remember rightly. Though we don't do badly here anyway.
An effective but tiring session of marking. All that staring at the screen makes your eyes ache. I've put some garlicky roast potatoes on and will soon add carrots and white fish (haven't looked to see what type of fish it is).
Captain P has recovered, and ate BAKED BEANS with great gusto at lunchtime. I also ate beans, along with BAKED POTATO. English comfort food at its finest.
I have less-than-fond memories of one of the lecturers in the art college where I used to work feeding the photocopier with the acetates you used on overhead projectors (remember them?), and it not only ate them, but cooked them first, leaving an unpleasant (and possibly toxic) miasma in its wake.
We were very wary of letting her anywhere near it after that.
Supper chez Piglet was risi et bisi - risotto with peas and BACON - and very nice it was too.
Part of the trouble with the long commute is not getting home until after 6 o'clock: by the time I've cooked supper and eaten it, it doesn't leave much time for the important things in life like messing around on here or doing the Grauniad crossword.
Well, that's two things I've learnt this evening. The acetate copying sounds even more lethal than the sheets of address labels! I've had problems enough just fighting with malevolent photocopiers and bog standard sheets of paper.
Hope you get to do your crossword....
Stop! I'm getting flashbacks! 'Ride of the Valkyries' will start at any moment...
"I love the smell of acetate in the morning!"
And if we're playing acetates, the Banda machine was another skill entirely - particularly multicoloured Banda sheets.
And didn't just love the smell?
P.S. These are still available: https://tinyurl.com/yx9ts27d
I used to have a thing which used Banda type ink via pencils or pens on a gel. Very useful for copying exercises into books.
Talking of offices - hoping @Piglet is having a good day and the commute was smooth again.
The World of Nen turned busy yesterday, with one meeting hard on the heels of another, so I'm looking forward to a gentler pace today. I may try a foray to the local garden centre; I may not.
I woke up feeling rough this morning but am feeling slightly better after a short walk. I'm still having the effects of long covid 9 months later, which is generally a fast heart rate when doing activity, with resultant fatigue. But the unusual side effect is that sitting for long periods of time with a lower pulse makes me lightheaded with a numb face (known symptoms of the post-viral symptom I think I have). I am, of course, currently sitting marking for several hours every day. I'm breaking it up into chunks and walking around in between.
When I was at teachers' college, those students who were specialising in infants' teaching [now called early childhood education] were required to manufacture a jelly-pad as one of their assessment tasks. Often the only method of stencil reproduction available in small country schools.
My father was the publicity officer for the local tennis association in suburban Sydney NSW. As he worked long hours, my mother was the editor and typist for the weekly bulletin, and I was often the teenaged printer in charge of the association's Gestetner, which stood on a table adjacent to the back wall of our dining room. When Dad arrived home from work, often after the rest of us had eaten dinner, we would get in the car and drive around the district delivering the bulletin to tennis courts and sporting goods shops.
The printing side of things stood me in good stead in my early teaching years, as it meant that the office staff allowed me to print my own worksheets when they weren't using the Gestetner instead of having to wait. Fifty-plus years later I'm still editing and printing for various community and church bodies, just with more advanced technology.
One I remember was a handwriting sheet, so the children practised their cursive writing.
"Don't forget the upward flick" I cautioned on the sheet.
Unfortunately a minute crease cut off the top of the l so, in joined up writing, it looked as though I was reminding the children not to forget the upward f*ck.
There were quite a few giggles going around the class before I realised what had happened!
I loved my roller blackboard. I used to wash it down at the end of the day, it was a ritual which said ‘time to go home’. 🙂🙂
Though now I'm remembering the ZX81's thermal printer.
Indeed
However, when used for my sermons, it seems somehow appropriate...
I wonder if there are gadgets I am going to need in 20 years time in order not to be left out. I do feel pity for those people of my age and older who refuse to have anything to do with computers or tablets or mobile phones. They are missing so much.
They were still in use (just) when I was a TC student in the early 80s (I was better at producing Bandas than I was at teaching, and didn't finish the course).
Lothian Buses must have heard my rant yesterday - both buses today have had the screen thingy working.
Some kind of veggie pasta thing for supper, I think - I've got broccoli, mushrooms and Kenya beans in the fridge, so I'm sure I can cobble something together.
I used to have a train journey to London of about an hour each way, which was sufficient to allow me to complete at least 2 or 3 of the clues...
I think is and will be a huge issue. I have a mobile phone purely because there is so much I can't do without it. I've never used it to make a phone call. I only have it because so much big tech insists I have a mobile phone number for security back up, and so that I can do internet banking (my building society uses mobile phones as part of it's online banking process.)
Similarly I have a friend who has a computer but who only uses it when forced to do so. She absolutely hates it - and I feel so sorry for her. So many of the organisations she has to deal with insist on interactions via computer. It's like pulling teeth - in fact I'm sure she'd much rather go to the dentist. Plus of course the less you use a computer the more difficult they are to come to grips with.
I dread the galloping progress of technology as I get older. I'm addled enough as it is....and I don't have younger family who might be kind enough to help me over the hurdles. The one good thing is that many things I have feared with technology, have turned out to be quite easy, once I've plucked up the courage to have a go.
I use internet banking (NatWest), and also PayPal (for online purchases from Mr E Bay and other emporia), and they do ask for a mobile phone number - but DON'T insist on it.
Just as well, as my mobile phone is so old that it has to be connected to a supply of Steam before it will work...
Unless I was standing on a chair, in the window of only One of our bedrooms and with the phone rammed flat against the ceiling.
Goodness only knows what the neighbours thought!
A new-for-me IPhone 7 stopped all that. Hurrah! I can even take calls from the sofa now......
I'll get me coat...
The only place I can get any radio station in my house is in the bathroom, with the radio pressed hard against the boiler, and the only station I can get is Radio Devon, which when I try it is always pop or football. I prefer the pop to the football.
On the positive side, the entertainment of doing a Zoom Christmas Music quiz with Japes providing the piano accompaniment had those staff who didn't know me well in stitches.
There was a built-in radio on the dashboard in the wheelhouse, and the best reception was accorded to Netherlands Radio 1 or 2.
The barge was moored on the River Medway here in Kent at the time...I quite enjoyed the Sunday morning service (in Dutch, of course).
Luxury! When I were a lad ma phone were powered by a piece o' flint being hit wi' a rusty nail.
The supper I cobbled together was actually quite good: spaghetti, broccoli and Kenya beans with a sauce made of onion, garlic, olive oil, tarragon, thyme and crème fraîche and topped with grated Parmesan and a few toasted slivered almonds.
But I've actually taught far more years as distance education than in the classroom setting. I taught in a traditional university 1997-1999, then nursed/taught in a clinical setting for 7 years, and I've been teaching in distance ed for 13 years. We must have been using online teaching rooms for at least 7 years, though I've also spent a couple of days a year in the classroom until this year, and I've probably marked electronically for 10 years.
Lots of marking today, as well as student support. Tea was a rather nice salmon and watercress risotto.
Church choir has resumed in church, and an extra practice was called, in preparation for recording the Carol service on Saturday. Somewhat against my better judgement I agreed to go, as what we had learnt over Zoom needed to be fitted together. Early meal ( delicious slow cooked park casserole), then all packed and masked up ready to go, but my car wouldn’t start ( need to try again now, then get help if it still won’t).
Mr Puzzler reluctantly agreed to take and fetch me, as long as he was back in time for The Repair Shop, so I had to leave early.
Awake half the night , worrying about the car and possibly my folly in taking risks in Venturing Out.
Mr Boogs and I argued over who would take the dog - we don’t both go together as our walking paces are so different that neither of us enjoy it. So she has had two walks this morning! She looked a bit bemused but soon took it in her stride.
This afternoon we are picking Echo up. 🎉
(Sorry, couldn't resist.)
My husband has just left to drive up to York and bring my oldest son home from university for Christmas! He's had his two covid tests so is all clear to return and join our household.
I have a day off from marking but need to continue re-writing my literature review for submission next Tuesday. My prevarication on this is just as bad as for the marking.
🤣
For Christmas we are getting an Amazon Echo - should be interesting!
How are the little family doing?
I'm doing an online retreat/quiet day today and shouldn't really be on here at all...