Monday's almost come to a close, and it's been not too bad as Mondays go.
Small panic this morning when we found there had been yet another power cut
over the weekend, which had sent all the servers toes up - plenty of budget for
loads of unnecessarily over-the-top PC's here, not so much for boring things
like uninterruptible power-supplies - and a corresponding flurry of e-mails
complaining, mostly thinking the client software wasn't working.
Been fairly tired, still suffering a little from the hayfever - apparently the
season's been longer than normal, thanks to the unusually dry weather - and of
course having had a busy day yesterday. I had to do the OHP at the morning
meeting, which was fine since it didn't involve leaving home any later, so I
didn't need to hurry Zoe up or anything - just as well since I'm sure she had
already left by the time Mark knew for sure I was needed...
I also ended up singing for a short stint, which was a first-time kind of
experience as far as doing so in front of a live audience of sorts, after the
success of my brief dipping in of my toes at the practice last Monday evening.
That went well enough, though if I'd realised we were recording at the time, I
would probably have made extra-special effort to come in on time and stuff like
that, but I don't think it sounded too bad in any case.
After the meeting, we dashed back to the house to pick up a previously-prepared
packed lunch, then back to the school to walk up to Campbell Park with Trevor,
family and friends, for what was the first of a number of millennium-related
events this year. There was a mass picnic at the cricket ground there,
followed by prayer on a number of issues and a bit of praise and worship, then
a slow wander home for the majority of people who had walked.
After catching the tail-end of Songs of Praise - which I don't often watch, to
be honest - which featured yet more pre-millennium celebrations, this time
involving thousands of Birmingham kids in what looked like one of the most
forward-thinking Catholic-organised events I can recall, we drove up to the
city centre for a very yummy Mexican meal at Chiquito's, where I'd not been for
a long time. It defeated Zoe, but no-one was really complaining.
Almost finally, from Chiquito's, we drove over to Oldbrook, popped into Dillons
to pick up a few drinks and things, then joined the tail-end of a barbecue at
Alan and Helen's house. All signs of the barbecue itself had disappeared by
that time, but we had a nice relaxing evening nevertheless, mixing board and
Playstation games with music and general chatter. As the last to arrive, we
were also the last to leave, but it wasn't that late really.
Walking back in from the car, it struck us just how beautifully cool it was by
that time - especially since we had both caught the sun a fair bit during the
afternoon escapade in Campbell Park - so just about as soon as we had got in,
we went out again for a short walk down the canal and round the block. All
very refreshing, and set me up for a good night's sleep, so it wasn't much
longer before goodbyes were said, and Zoe was on her way home.
So that was another good weekend, and it's now less than a week until the next
one, but quite how that will work out will remain to be seen. We have both
semi-committed to going to the London meet, though it's looking increasingly
likely that we'll just go for the day on Saturday. It's a lot less hassle
doing that, since there will be no accommodation worries or anything, though
we'll need to keep an eye on last train times and so on instead.