Dot writes: I am fretting about
– the budget. But that is such a big fret there’s no point in talking about it.
– the journey to New Zealand, under the following subheadings: a) missing our connection at Heathrow; b) sudden snow, planes grounded; c) crashing and dying in the sea (I know, not likely; but horrible)
– the Christmas shopping, under the following subheadings: a) overspending; b) looking mean; c) what can we get for kiwi relatives that will be small enough to pack and big enough to please? d) when exactly are we going to do it, given that I have work right up until our departure and Ken has non-stop childcare but we’ll arrive only three days before Christmas?
– furniture, though bargain-hunting is fun as well as stressful
– painting the ceiling. What is that scabby patch in the kitchen and how do we get it off?
– will Ken and I ever reach a mutually acceptable decision about paint colours?
– not being clever enough for my job
– the Western world going to hell in a hand-basket, starting with the apparently almost universal abandonment of the principles of social protection, free intellectual inquiry and culture and the arts as things that are good in themselves
– finding time to get my roots dyed
– does Frank have impetigo again?
– what if the children get this chickenpox that’s going around just as we leave for New Zealand?
– choosing a primary school for Hugh. Is it better to send him to the school we like more or the school all his friends from playschool are going to? Would we get in anyway?
– finding time for all my marking
– environmental apocalypse. Though I do really love our new dishwasher.
And how are you?