Category: journal

Neve, recently 10, still wants me to come up and kiss her goodnight, read to her, and/or act her various cuddly toys (the dog who insists that he’s lost his hind legs, or that he in fact has six legs (the now-found hind legs, plus fore legs, makes six); Karen, the Chinese doggy, or the poo-in-a-bag dog; Eric the silent, billious penguin…).

It is so lovely and I will so miss that when she decides she is too old for all that…

Friday, 22nd March. I worked from home as Mum and Dad were arriving on the 2.12 to stay for the weekend. Also, we were switching to new interwebs from Vodafone (Demon were ceasing service after I’d been with them 20 years…).

Went to Asda on the way to meet the folks at the station to get some vital component of the weekend which now escapes my recall. Arrived at the station in time to grab a coffee before their train pulled in at platform one.

Grabbed a taxi to come home in (Isa had the car, of course, as she was working). Got back and had a nice cup of tea and a chat before The Lolster got back from school and joined us at the table, diligently doing her homework as ever.

Isa and Neve were back before long and we launched into a lovely chatty, snacky, lasagne evening.

Saturday, Dad, Lola and I drove off the Veterinary college as they has a workshop and a couple of lectures as part of Cambridge Science Festival. Lectures (vision in animals; tracking antibiotic resistance) were great and Lola made a good contact in one of the lecturers who was happy to have Lola come to see the college some time. We popped out for a coffee down near the reedbeds between lectures.

Isa, Mum and Neve had meanwhile made delicious sandwiches and then taken Neve to dance. We drove to Kettle’s Yard and parked and then walked into town to meet the other half of the family. We met outside Emmanuel College and then went into the college gardens to eat. Looked at the fat fishes and the heron, which was attacked by gulls. After eating, we walked back to Kettle’s Yard and went round the house. Home for dinner and a game or two of Rummikub.

On Sunday we went to Anglesey Abbey and took a good long walk around the grounds and house. Finishing at the cafe for a nice bowl of soup.

Mum and Dad left Monday morning, stopping at St Pancras to meet up for a quick coffee at Carluccio’s.

I will never be able to spell that word.

So, the consulate sent Isa’s change of name docs to the council in Treviso and the council in ponzano are unable to get them to answer the phone. They tried ringing the office next door in order to ask them to take a message. But they wouldn’t, though they did take a phone number and promised to ask the incommunicable office to call back.

Our man in Ponzano thinks things may have got stuck on the difficulty of verifying an electronic signature. Ma.