17 and counting

  The baby shower was mildly awkward given that the only people I knew were staff and only one of them was there for the first hour. No booze and a short event so totally fine but I spent quite a bit of it talking to the old deputy head who happily talked about all the problems he had faced at Belmont - very amiable man. 


A had her birthday party, lots of sugary things consumed. While BigA and I sat up stairs watching films on our bed. 
I got my new glasses on Sunday, bought more plants from the lady on the side of the road. No idea what they are but beautiful flowers. And then sort of watched the football. 

My boss in his wisdom decided the school should open late. I think to mitigate the fact that staff were going to be late so he could at least say he decided it. Really not sure how the parents put up with us. He's also let 2 staff go on holiday early. I just don't understand his thinking. 3 days to go! 

BigA and I went out for dinner with friends in Monday, the only day we seemed to find when the 4 of us were free. I was tired on Tuesday but worth it to have a bit of a social life. 

On Thursday we celebrated A actually turning 17. Our little tradition of breakfast in bed and presents was very sweet, my sister, ever prepared, had brought A's presents down weeks ago. So she had lots to open. And then in the evening we had her choice of dinner, veggie lasagne followed by my attempt at Margaret's Mess. Her Opa came over too. We sat in my beautiful garden, sipping Cava and talking contentedly. 
Last night she went out with friends - me trying to sleep but waking up frequently until I knew she was home safe and sound. 
She also got her dyslexia profile through, reads like me. Better to give her that than VHL! 

M has headed to spend her brother's birthday with him and her dad. I find her empty room a little sad. Although happy that she's really a very normal teenager here, leaving mugs and plates all over it. 

BigA has been DIYing in the garden and the little toilet downstairs. Happily managing to cut the water off to do the pipes changes for a new sink without any disasters. I'm not sure if he's planning on doing the tiles. I remember my dad doing the floor in a bathroom of long ago. DIY did not bring out the best in my dad! 

And as I say, three more with days, two with the new head in and I hope I'm able to get through them well enough. Ready for the new chapter. I've decided I'll drive on the last day. No drinking for me, I think I'd better keep my wits about me. 

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