Waves from the sofa whilst contemplating the day's activities and being utterly confused about the days of the Bank Holidays this week. Well, confused in that my brain wants today to be one.
I had a lovely day away from my organ bench yesterday and for the first time since 2019 went out of my city to another city to go to other churches. Friends in both of them were delightfully welcoming and pleased to see me! (Always a bonus.)
I've also been catching up on all kinds of things I've been putting off, so new glasses will be collected next Saturday, new clothes have been purchased, letter written post clinic's late, rushed, and by the end farcical tick box phone conversation (Do not grumble at me you have no data in front of you to help you solve my query, then dodge my request for a Libre to help you get that data.) Still, I didn't have to send their letter back this time for inaccurate recording of what I'd said.
The latter was probably helped along by my sheer frustration with a student who had an appointment to get one, then said student refused to go as it was favourite dinner day at college. (There's far, far more to it than that, but that was the presenting excuse.) I was suitably professional and calm with student, but my deeply sympathetic immediate colleagues were treated to a massive 5 minutes diatribe on the iniquities of various injustices once all students had vacated the premises for the duration.