Philippa is finally finding her feet at work, thank God. Three weeks of bumbling around like a confused infant have led to a couple of days of feeling like she almost knows a little bit of what she’s supposed to be doing, so she’s starting to relax a bit and accept that maybe she’ll eventually get there. It’s good to see. Not just because the atmosphere at home is less toxic, but because it’s not nice seeing someone you love struggling and suffering through anything, and I can notice a bit more confidence in her now.
I’m a bit desperate for a holiday. It’s just the time of year I think. Dark, very cold; everyone has had at least one bug this Winter, maybe more. And if this year runs along the lines of the last few, then we still have about 3 months of Winter before it starts warming up again. So it’s all dragging me down a bit. The thought of hopping on a plane and spending a week or so in Tunisia makes me very happy, but I can’t imagine Philippa’s new workplace would be pleased if she booked some time off less than a month after starting there. So here we’re stuck, and here we stay.
At least we have a nice weekend to look forward to. Ted and Beryl have both been ‘feeling their ages’ lately so their son Alan has arranged a little get-together meal on Saturday to cheer them up. Philippa, God bless her, had the idea of staying at a little bed-and-breakfast near them so we didn’t have to rush home and could both have a drink. So that’ll be nice. Be great to see them both as well, as we haven’t kept up with them as well as I’d hoped since we’ve relocated South. They’ve had a busy year or so though, I know that much. Beryl’s had her knee replaced, Ted has had his prostate bored out and they’ve both been told they’re pre-diabetic, whatever that means. I look forward to hearing all about it on Saturday and of course I’ll be letting you any snippets of Ted wisdom that pour forth during the evening…..
RC 7-2-18
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