A different sort of a Tuesday
No list today, because today is Uncle C's funeral. It is, very thankfully, in Macclesfield which is reasonably close to here (compared to Matlock where he lived), and it is slap bang in the middle of the day, on a day which Tim can look after Little Three and take her to nursery. I can do the morning school run and will almost certainly be home for the afternoon school run too. It couldn't have worked out better (well, not having the reason for the funeral in the first place would be rather a lot better too....)
I do need to remember to make a meal plan for the week, make a shopping list and do the online shopping, which will be delivered tomorrow morning instead of the usual Tuesday, due to me hopping off to Macclesfield.
Tim and I had a good long planning meeting yesterday morning and now have the next couple of months far more sorted out. We both feel better for it and more in control. We're hoping, fuel prices and weather permitting, to manage a fortnight in our favourite field in mid Wales at the beginning of the holidays, and because Little One is going to be ten years old at the beginning of August, we are going to let her have a sleepover. Ten is, after all, rather special. :-)
We also had our date night last night and watched the film 'Pleasantville'. I saw extracts from it at sofachurch ages and ages ago, borrowed it to watch the rest and it's been sitting on top of the piano ever since! We both enjoyed it, and there is a lot of food for thought and musing in it! I can definitely recommend it.
Right, on with the day. Need to do the school run, then come home and get organised ready to leave for Macclesfield at about 10.30. Mum and Dad are coming here, unless it is pouring with rain by then in which case I will nip round and pick them up.
Ah, Uncle C. I keep remembering stuff. The bathroom flooding incident is legendary, but this morning I suddenly remembered the time the neighbours opposite came round to complain because he was in the habit of standing naked in front of the bathroom window (which was downstairs and at the front of the house) to wash in the mornings. It was frosted glass of course, but they could still see rather more than they wished to, apparently!
On a rather less chaotic note, he had a laugh exactly like Basil Brush, only five times as loud. :-D And there was the time when I was a teenager with a very nasty cough, and he called round to our house on an impromptu visit one day, heard me cough, and gave me a course of antibiotics straight out of the back of his car! They worked...
He caused an indordinate amount of chaos, bless him, but he was so very personable and we all loved him so much that we forgave him. Over and over again. I'm really very glad I'm going to get a proper chance to say goodbye today.
I do need to remember to make a meal plan for the week, make a shopping list and do the online shopping, which will be delivered tomorrow morning instead of the usual Tuesday, due to me hopping off to Macclesfield.
Tim and I had a good long planning meeting yesterday morning and now have the next couple of months far more sorted out. We both feel better for it and more in control. We're hoping, fuel prices and weather permitting, to manage a fortnight in our favourite field in mid Wales at the beginning of the holidays, and because Little One is going to be ten years old at the beginning of August, we are going to let her have a sleepover. Ten is, after all, rather special. :-)
We also had our date night last night and watched the film 'Pleasantville'. I saw extracts from it at sofachurch ages and ages ago, borrowed it to watch the rest and it's been sitting on top of the piano ever since! We both enjoyed it, and there is a lot of food for thought and musing in it! I can definitely recommend it.
Right, on with the day. Need to do the school run, then come home and get organised ready to leave for Macclesfield at about 10.30. Mum and Dad are coming here, unless it is pouring with rain by then in which case I will nip round and pick them up.
Ah, Uncle C. I keep remembering stuff. The bathroom flooding incident is legendary, but this morning I suddenly remembered the time the neighbours opposite came round to complain because he was in the habit of standing naked in front of the bathroom window (which was downstairs and at the front of the house) to wash in the mornings. It was frosted glass of course, but they could still see rather more than they wished to, apparently!
On a rather less chaotic note, he had a laugh exactly like Basil Brush, only five times as loud. :-D And there was the time when I was a teenager with a very nasty cough, and he called round to our house on an impromptu visit one day, heard me cough, and gave me a course of antibiotics straight out of the back of his car! They worked...
He caused an indordinate amount of chaos, bless him, but he was so very personable and we all loved him so much that we forgave him. Over and over again. I'm really very glad I'm going to get a proper chance to say goodbye today.