Still trying to think of a title….
Thankfully, Adam had to leave for work just after 10 this morning, which meant we had a more peaceful day than yesterday. I like peaceful. It’s soothing to the soul. 
I made and received a few phone calls. One from Di to say she’s finally got a dental appointment to deal with her abscess….ugh….she’s suffering too much for me to make any jests about the dentist I discovered yesterday. 
But her appointment isn’t ’til next Tuesday, at 12:30, so allotmenting is off again next week. But in another call to Lisa, Tuesday is now taken care of.
Although, after my moan about cars on Wednesday, she is threatening to never give me a lift again. Ever. Anywhere. Not even in the pouring rain.
Being the hypocrite I am, I pointed out that I have no objection to lifts, just the driver only cars blocking up the roads….
Another phonecall from Olivia’s Nan asking what we’re doing next week. I’d already said to Lisa that the usual calls I get from her are guilt-trip ones about not seeing her grandaughter for ages and how her son (Olivia’s dad) has not been able to get hold of us, despite persistent efforts. We’ve not heard from him since last July. He lives ten minutes away. Go figure. 
In the past, I’ve always been fairly non-commital, “Really? That’s odd. I’ve not had any messages.”
Olivia’s Nan had major heart surgery late 2005, I’ve thought it best not to add any stress. 
But I think she’s more or less out of the woods now, so I was all prepared for supplying a little bit of eye-opening information. “Well, our phone displays numerous amounts of last phonecalls, plus we have a message service, plus he has my mobile number, and he knows how to text, there has been absolutely nothing from him in the last nine months….” But his name didn’t come up once….damn…. D’you know what it’s like when you get yourself all worked up, you’ve got every argument well-defended? And then they don’t play fair?!
We had a nice chat instead. She is lovely and very tolerant, so I wasn’t really gagging for a fight or anything….OK, maybe just a little.
All she phoned for was to ask what we’re doing next week and could Olivia come to stay for a couple of nights. But when we’re free doesn’t tally with when she’s free. So we’re leaving it for a few weeks. I shall not let any opportunity of getting rid of Olivia spending quality time with her grandparents for a few nights slip away that easily.
After lunch, we headed into town hoping that the museum would be open. It wasn’t, and I could have quite easily checked it online, but we had a nice bus ride into town anyway, too hot to cycle. Yes, you read right! It was too hot to cycle into town!!
I suppose I could have worn cut-offs, but I hadn’t bothered shaving my legs in the bath last night and I didn’t really think it was a good look.
So, despite not getting into the museum, we did buy some polystyrene eggs to decorate on Tuesday and have an extra long chat with our friend in Holland and Barrettt, because it was so quiet in there. But not in the rest of town.
I really don’t like the school holidays, there’s far too many people getting in the way. We’re very spoilt in that we get to go everywhere when it’s free of hordes of ‘the public’….
Olivia tackled some maths when we got home. Multiplying decimals. Such fun.
Then, when she’d finished that (ooh, about two hours later), she finished reading The Boy’s Book How To Be The Best At Everything.
Now it’s dinner time and an early night. We have to catch a bus for a lovely day out tomorrow. Hopefully, as long as the weather’s as nice as it’s been today. Olivia is hunting out her flip-flops as I type.
