It's after 11 pm and I've got several things still to do. Boo. I've finally caught up with most of today's essential stuff, and now can turn my attention to the meeting I'm going to tomorrow. On the way, I've got to pick up some papers that the local printers will (I hope) have ready for me - I was charmed that John rang me at 5 o'clock this evening to apologise that they won't all be ready as the machine has been playing up today, but to promise that enough will be done to take to the committee, if at all possible. He'll ring again at 8.30 to confirm tomorrow morning, so that I don't risk a wasted journey. The Sage is taking me into Norwich (I'm entrusting him with my new car for the first time) and on the way we'll drop Squiffany at nursery school and pick up another committee member. He will drop us both at the meeting venue, go and do whatever Sages do when they have 3 hours to kill and then meet us all, with our other halves, at a local pub for lunch.
It is not fabulous planning, that I'm then going out in the evening for the WI christmas dinner. However.
I've got a horribly full diary for the next couple of weeks. Nothing is in itself horrible and some things are actively to be looked forward to, but there's so much on. I think I'll have to make a list soon. I keep remembering I haven't got around to phoning various people. I'm not good at remembering to make phone calls at an acceptable time of day.
I suppose I'll have to allow time to do some Christmas shopping, too. Almost everything is bought in Yagnub or online. It takes a good deal of the stress out of it all, although there's still the frisson of excitement as I wait to see if the goods I've ordered actually turn up on time.