It’s getting near the end of term, and my son’s having his coursework marked. How times change! Last year it meant a panic as he tried to catch up on missed work in every subject at once. This term the only problem was French. So a good bit of the weekend went on that, and I helped as best I could, being almost recovered from the lurgy. The one thing…
Overload
I got behind with everything while I was ill. For one thing, my story These Eyes is supposed to go out at the critters workshop on Wednesday, but it hasn’t been edited and I’m waaaay behind with my critiques of others’ stories. Now the Tourist office want their editing job by yesterday, the house is decidedly grubby, the ironing pile almost reaches the ceiling, and I have one urgent edit…
A school excursion
My son was supposed to go on an overnight school excursion last week, but it was postponed because of the rain. He finally went this week. The bus collected him early Thursday afternoon and took them all to Roque Faro in the north of the island. They walked downhill all the way to the lovely village of El Tablado, where they spent the night in a new hostel run by…
Recovering
Well, I’ve recovered enough to do useful things in the space between naps. Like tell you the traditional Scottish cure for a heavy cold. You will need: One hat One four-poster bed One bottle of whisky Method:1) Put hat on a post at the foot of the bed.2) Crawl into the bed.3) Drink whisky until the hat moves. Your cold will not trouble you for the rest of the day….
Flu
I don’t know why people say they’ve got the flu. The flu’s got me. In steel-hard talons.
Nearly Christmas already
I spent a good bit of the afternoon asleep. Then this evening I designed the Christmas card I’m going to send out to friends. I try to get the international cards in the post on December 1st, but I rarely manage it. Only a month to Christmas, my goodness!