Can it really be almost December? The weather has been so mild that the trees have only just dropped their leaves in the garden, and we have had some sunny, crisp days amongst the grey.
Rosie has been busily applying for full-time jobs, and took herself off into Winchester last week to drop her cv into shops for part-time jobs to fill the gap. She ended up having interviews and being offered jobs at both Joules and Jigsaw, so is now in town a couple of days a week earning some much-needed cash.
Max is in the throes of lengthy coursework for both History and Chemistry, so working hard in his spare time at college and fitting in rugby, washing up at the pub and some gardening for Claire in between. This morning he is at a rugby coaching course to see whether this might interest him.
Martin was down in Bristol for a meeting so nipped in to see Ben, who has lost another of his much-needed lenses (so tiny and impossible to find if they pop out, especially as he has no-one else there to look). The NHS won't pay for any more, which is understandable I suppose but horrible for him as they are SO easy to loose and expensive. I just want to be there to help, and to give him a hug, but the opportunities to do so are sparse once kids leave home.
My redundant sewing machine was pressed into service again and I finished making a set of coloured scarves for the choir, so these have now been distributed ready for our concert in a couple of weeks, and whilst on a 'sewing roll' I sewed up the last of the new curtains. I have even started some Christmas shopping, but with return periods being only a month or so, and having little idea of the children's tastes these days, I am struggling to sort anything out. Still, this year the ski trip is really the family present.
Plus I have finally begun to sort out my new website, which involves significant upgrading (the template having been updated since I sorted the original version). It is one of those jobs that will take ages and look dreadful until the final pieces fall into place, so probably a job for cold January days when I can snuggle in front of the fire with my laptop and a big cup of coffee.
I seem to have spent a good part of the week still trying to get the family bathroom floor finished. Fitters were due on Monday but left saying they would not do what they had agreed to do, ie to fix the joists under the floorboards across the threshold. Having pulled up the original lino we found there was nothing to stop the flexing floorboards from collapsing onto the mass of pipes beneath. But finding a chippie to sort this out at short notice was not simple. It has now been sorted, and we await the fitters' return. Meanwhile for the record a couple of pics of the floorboards!
Meanwhile I eventually visited a private surgeon who is strongly of the belief that if he fixes my carpal tunnels, at least on one side, this should help significantly with the difficulties I am having. We seem to be throwing a lot of money towards medical bills right now, and what with Rosie having been turned away again by the GP with her painful foot we are ready to believe the NHS is indeed at breaking point. Relieved therefore to hear that Daddy is scheduled for a hip operation at last, fingers crossed that someone will benefit from the good and free service it is supposed to provide.
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