With luck, and the help of the cyber-deities, here’s a last quick blog before I return from the UK. My family lives in possibly the last remaining bastion of internet-free civilisation. I exaggerate only slightly; I do find it almost impossible to find service anywhere I go around here.
My three days at home (in NS) neatly divided themselves into a reentry day, an at home day and a ‘today was a scurry of departure’ day. Sue and I met up for the first time in a month and have been trying to sort out the paperwork outstanding from the ten workshop locations that I have visited this fall.
Whoops – It looks as if I may not be able to send this even this little blog: it appears that I have either forgotten or hopefully mis-packed my phone charging cord, and the airport internet is not allowing me to log on tonight. Following a non-standard packing regime is very unsettling. I have shrunk my luggage from my usual wheelie carry-on and two cases, to one case and a backpack. I usually have a well-defined system as to where everything goes, and moving to the backpack appears to have thrown the system off. I hope I put it in the suitcase!
PS. Yes, I did!
PPS. Can find erratic internet at odd times in odd places in this house.
PPPS. Cold and damp over here with intermittent snow and hail.
PPPPS. Becoming extremely old, 92, with a broken ankle is very sad. I’m spending every day with mum trying to sort out her new room, finding and arranging things that she cannot reach. Imagine not being able to get out of your chair or even to be able to rearrange yourself more comfortably without having to ask and then wait for help! We healthy folk take so much for granted, don’t we?