Walk = shopping trip
We have a good morning and get to school early. I organise one of the lifts that I need for Katy to get to cubs.
My morning walk, today, is to do my shopping. I take Martha's pink trolley bag with me to school, so that I can use this to carry my shopping. There is a fruit and veg shop next to Barbakhan (baker and delicatessen), that I have never been in. It is recommended to me by Anna. When I go in, I discover a fantastic array of other goods - a small supermarket of Asian food and british basics. I buy eco friendly cleaning products in Unicorn (vegan delicatessen) and a couple of salads. I buy fruit and veg and other basics in fruit and veg shop. I discover on the way home that my usual fruit and veg shop gives 10% discount to local shoppers with a tag pass - which I bought recently. I buy meat in Frosts, the butchers.
The other part of my trip was that it was sunny when I left. Leaving home, I am wearing my Herm sweatshirt only. When in Chorlton it starts to rain, very hard and it doesn't stop. I have a decaf coffee to wait for it to pass (in the deli) but, in the end, I have to accept that I will get rained on. I get very wet.
Guitar lessons
At home, I make an early lunch and then head off to bed. I set my alarm to wake me in time for school pick up.
Martha and Katy's guitar teacher calls to organise their lesson times. He doesn't think they should be in the same group, and I agree to them being in different timed lessons. Martha is more advanced in her playing than Katy. However, I forget that they have booked other school clubs around the time of their lessons from last year. When the call is over, I remember, and ring him back. I get an answering machine. The time of the lessons mucks up both their clubs - Katy can't go to running, and Martha misses most comedy club. I have to sort this out tomorrow.
Letter to French friends
I wake early, and I do two things. Firstly, I have a look at Macmillan website. I find that they do teaching days in schools, so I have enquired about this.
I then write a letter in English. I change it into use of verbs that I am comfortable with, and check translation on line. I write the letter by hand. I know the French is not perfect, but I am quite pleased with myself. I have been meaning to do this for months (before diagnosis). I wrote in French on my BLOG, but I do not think my French pals picked it up, These are my friends that I met when I was teaching in France, as part of my teacher training.
Home with Martha and Katy
I go to pick up the girls, not really knowing what time they will appear. Katy has missed running club and appears from guitar. Martha has managed to do both, to a point and shows up forty five minutes later. Martha and her friend want to go to the park, so I invite Martine for a cuppa. I then extend this to share a spaghetti bolognaise. We have a lovely evening together.
Enjoy the end of the week :)
