From the moment my special cat M fled screaming under our wardrobe at five a.m. pursued by Katie, one of the bully-cats from the Main House, I might have known that this would not be a day of peacefulness and rest. After I had shooed Katie into the middle distance and pacified M, sleep eluded me. Finally, I got up and prepared for my six-monthly visit to the ophthalmologist to control glaucoma and dry eyes. Much Better Half accompanied me.
Then we learnt that young Jeneva had suffered another ‘episode’ at school, and messages flowed as to whether to collect her or not. Finally, we learnt that she had gone back to class, so continued across to the other side of Death Valley to visit the opthal-wotsit lady.
The usual session of musical chairs revealed that the condition is under control. Sight in one eye has deteriorated ever so slightly; nevertheless, my spectacles of the last several years will still serve.
We then repaired to Sister-in-Law’s place to wait out the time before going to the kids’ squad swimming. There, we got a message that a second episode had occurred, so we dashed to the school and had the gates opened for us to drive in and collect J from the front door.
Thence to our family doctor, who gave her a full examination and diagnosed that these new fits had probably been brought on/exacerbated by an attack of gastro. Home, and I just had time to relocate my sole surviving chiming clock (with a spring that has not sproinged) on a shelf in direct view from the computer, before Rhiannon got back and I took her to Club Swimming from 4 to 5.
J suffered yet another episode when her mother got back, so we will have to see what the doctor says now . . .
Almost as soon as R and I returned from swimming, her mother and I had to go to an orientation meeting at the school, for us to meet and have the law laid down for us by R’s Grade Five Form Mistress. I took the opportunity to express strong disapproval of an Education Department policy she announced that no holidays may be taken during term times. ‘Who is the Department,’ I demanded indignantly, ‘to deny parents the right to give the enormously valuable learning experience of an overseas trip, for example, at the only time an employer is able or willing to grant the leave?’ Not within her control, of course. The Ed. Dept. is far too stupid and dictatorial to be tolerated.
Then I had to help R by checking her maths homework and try and stay patient while I explained that writing numbers in descending/ascending order as asked for did not equate with numbering them 1,2,3 etc in such sequences, as she had done.