It's slightly depressing that, after 10 o'clock at night, not only am I still working, but I've just had emails from the Headmaster and the clerk to the governors - she having just had an email from the chairman of a committee. We should all have switched off by now - although I did take the afternoon off, or a couple of hours of it anyway, to look after Pugsley, which is always a pleasure. He is a dear little boy. He was tired after a full day at nursery school, so we didn't do much - he watched a Spiderman DVD and played with Lego and we read several books. I read a book of my own while he was watching the DVD.
I went to a lecture this morning on the history of the London underground, which was brilliant. Much of it was about its design, under the management of Frank Pick, in the years between the two World Wars. Terribly interesting. Afterwards, in the car park, I didn't recognise my car for a minute - if I hadn't remembered where it was parked I'd have been in trouble - because it was all so gleaming from its wash the other day. There is a fine layer of slightly grey dust on top, but the sides are very clean. It's dark blue, so this is noticeable, and rather different from its usual grubbiness.
I've nearly finished the church annual report. Dave would have done it on January 1st, but I'm quite satisfied at having it done the night before the AGM. At least I've remembered it this year - it's been a last-minute scramble a couple of times. It's terribly boring, and mainly done so formally for the record - everyone at the meeting will know what its content is. The best thing is that this is the last AGM at which I'll have a formal duty. At least two, actually. I'm bowing out as churchwarden and also taking the minutes. Oh, and I'm doing the refreshments, which means I'm going to go and buy cheese and biscuits and wine tomorrow, pick up glasses and set them all out. I will get help with that though - it's simpler to do all the buying myself and then I'll know what's what, they would have helped there too if I'd asked.
I'm sorry, yet again I'm falling behind in my blog-reading. I should catch up by the end of the week, but it may mean that I won't leave many comments. I do still love you all. Even if I take you for granted.
I'm just like one of the family really, aren't I? The one who occasionally rushes in and tires you all out before dashing off again.
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I sometimes have trouble to find the car I use (its not mine), because it is of this ubiquitous silver-grey ... terribly boring. If I ever buy a car again I want a yellow one.
I never had heared about Mr. Frank Pick before, but will look out for him. Urban history is very interesting.
Yes Z you are just like my middle sister, we see her only occasionally, but that's enough. HAHA she knows I love her
In my last church I turned the annual report into a booklet, with reports about all the groups and organistaions, as well as the life of the church itself, which we kept after the meeting as a handout for visitors/new members. We were a much larger church than yours though, and had lots of visitors too.
Most car colours are terribly boring, aren't they. But then, if you need any paint, you find there are infinite minute differences between the colours.
Helen, I'm a bit worried that I summed myself up so accurately in so few words, and I didn't even realise it until I wrote it.
That's a really good idea, Dave. It would be a lot of work to get the layout and content sorted out to start with, but then the annual updating would be okay, and it would be more useful so worth the effort. We did start on a similar sort of handout a few years ago, but it never really got off the ground - someone made a start but that was it.
Who did the work though? I had too many years of writing school annual reports single-handedly (though I got more people on to it in the end) and I wouldn't inflict it on ... well, anyone, really.
I got each group within the church to write their own report, they just had to be collated.
Well in the light of your last paragraph I'm trying to think of you as an elder sister. I've never had a sister and the exercise is taxing. Somehow you don't fit the mould of a younger sister: are you a great talker, would you say? And do you think of yourself as particularly nosy? And are you not bothered about having the last word?
Mm, in practice, of course, the same people do everything on each group. In fact, although I'll be off the PCC I"m going to have to stay on one group as there's no point in even looking for anyone else to take notes.
I do talk quite a lot, Christopher, but I'm not at all nosy and you're welcome to the last word.
If you don't want a sister, how about an elderly aunt?
Well...I'll try anything once, except (as Sir Arnold Bax is supposed to have said) incest and folk-dancing.
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