The 14th of November.
I think I have had all my sleep now. My body wouldn't let me sleep past eight o'clock. I spent my morning doing some tidying of my room as my piles of files were getting somewhat out of control. I also typed up my blog of about four days. I have been wanting to write something profound for a few days but honestly my brain is going WARGH WHAT IS MY LIFE?! so I can't.
This evening was an OHS meeting followed by the AGM. I decided I want to leave my books to the school (well, the ones that might be suitable), and now they've got that in writing so it's definitely happening. Tim Venner and the Headmaster want to take me to dinner. I caught up with Boris Button who's grown his beard back, thank God. He did look very peculiar without it. Shiva gave me a lift home, where I had a poached egg on toast for tea and here we are.
The 15th of November.
Oh dear, I have some tired breathing going on. Perhaps I will finish watching Children in Need in bed.
It's been a quiet day - waiting for Racheal to bring the new travel documents, as the original Eurostar seats weren't for my wheelchair, and if I'd just rocked up, they wouldn't have let me on the train because I can't walk 200 metres at a normal pace.
Anne-Marie came to flush my line and I had to pee on a stick. Such a life of extremes I lead - hobnobbing with the hoi-polloi on Monday night, to peeing on a stick today. Delightful.
I got a lovely piece of post today from Diane - a card each for my mama and I, and some special Beads of Courage. I'm running out of space on my string.
Racheal appeared with the relevant bits of paper and €255! I am a little bit aflutter in anticipation. It doesn't help that I've been thinking it's Saturday all day.
Two days. I have preparing and packing to do this weekend.
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