RAC

 



As I got myself ready to go to my MRI I looked out at the grey sky and wondered what to wear and tried to decide on socks or no socks. I always ask for a blanket in the machine, even though they tell me it gets hot, I don't agree. Being still makes me cold. 
I also smiled at the fact that last week I felt I didn't have enough warm weather outfits and given that for 6 years before that's all I needed, I thought I perhaps need a trip to the shops with the changeable and unpredictable weather here. 

I have moved my winter stuff to the other side of the wardrobe and reminded myself I'm bound to need it all again for what we call summer fully arrives and no doubt during it too. I've done quite a bit in the garden, keeping in top of weeds and planting out some seedlings. I've enjoyed the sun and the air in the house. The front room almost doesn't smell of cat piss anymore. 

On Sunday I cooked for my guests from Malawi. Listening to radio 6 and thinking of my dad. The anniversary the week before was a strange one. The day itself kinda fine but I keep missing him. It was so lovely to see Sarah and her son Will. Made me miss Malawi and we laughed at how ridiculous my new school can be and she reminded me of some almost as ridiculous things we'd had to sort at SAIntS. 

The working week was it's usual mix of victories and set backs. The silly man of last week not really learning his lesson. It would be lovely to think I could help him be a better man, perhaps learn that women aren't the enemy but sadly I'm not convinced it's possible for me to do that. I don't have the time or patience. 
There was some progress on a possible head teacher in a interim position and I'm keeping my fingers crossed because it's someone I've worked with before and he's very very good. 

On Tuesday on my way home our car gave up the ghost - luckily I'd gone a route that meant I wasn't stuck on the A406 when it happened and the RAC were called. BigA being the most wonderful husband, biked out to me so we could at least roll the car over to and away from the honking traffic. Until he arrived not one person offered to help me, check I was ok or anything like that. I got a few sympathetic smiles, one thanks when the man who hadn't realized I'd broken down just sat behind me. And then mostly frustrated horn beeping and one man leaned out and called me a fat c*nt. How nice the British public are. Made me realize how different it is in Malawi.

Getting the bus to and from work hasn't been too bad. Takes longer of course but totally doable, I could do it slightly quicker according to the various apps but that's lots more changes and I'm happy sitting listening to a podcast. 

BigA's bike bust too, he's got a cheap replacement and we have a couple of spares. He's been continuing with the never ending bits of DIY on the house. 

The girls have had a good week, a few sporting things, school and games night with their mates. 

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