I'm definitely in that phase where I've put down a couple of big responsibilities, and then all the little things that I'd been putting off are clamouring for attention. A couple of weeks ago I actually sat down and made a list of all the things I needed to get done before Ramesh & I go on holiday on the 21st and it was dauntingly long. It is now down to only two items but one them is "Catch up on emails", which is a bit of a mountain.
A couple of weeks ago I went to Cheltenham for the Three Choirs Festival, which
bella_luugosi was singing in, and thoroughly enjoyed myself, although it was possibly unwise to try and do as much as I did so soon after surgery. On that note, everything seems to be continuing to heal well, and I've got probably about a week or so left of the window in which an infection could make itself known, so nearly home and dry. I was supposed to have a follow up appointment with the nurse a fortnight after the surgery so she could show me how to deflate and re-inflate the device, but actually I really didn't want to spend a long weekend at a classical musical festival sporting a permanent semi, so with a combination of trial and error and a YouTube video (borderline NSFW) I managed to figure out how to do it myself. I was quite pleased that the nurses response to me telling her this, sending her a link to some photos in various states, and asking if we could switch to a telephone appointment, was to say well done and not tell me off.
I am feeling quite on tenterhooks about A-level results day on Thursday. In a way it's a bit odd, because in the absence of an offer there's nothing in particular resting on it, except my sense of my ability to assess my own competence.
I've been gradually making progress on bits of household stuff. When I posted about our bookshelves,
angelofthenorth asked me if I'd catalogued all the books, to which the answer turned out to be 'not yet'. I am now working through adding them to LibraryThing a couple of shelves at a time. This is naturally leading to a certain amount of decluttering, both of books, and of other things that had been taking up space in our old downstairs space, but have neither a home in the shiny new layout, nor a use to us. I continue to be amazed by the speed and gratitude with which people on Olio will come and take away things we don't want any more. (Sometimes this is understandable because they are obviously nice and useful things, just not useful to us, but sometimes it is three tubes of bathroom sealant...)
A couple of weeks ago I went to Cheltenham for the Three Choirs Festival, which
I am feeling quite on tenterhooks about A-level results day on Thursday. In a way it's a bit odd, because in the absence of an offer there's nothing in particular resting on it, except my sense of my ability to assess my own competence.
I've been gradually making progress on bits of household stuff. When I posted about our bookshelves,