Clare’s birthday

Fuck arse, I wrote loads of stuff and then Jay distracted me and I lost the lot. (Obvs not jays fault)

Right, let’s start again. Clare’s birthday, several different plans for the day which like everything has changed a lot over the week. A full risk assessment was performed and
then Daisy the Uber driver went to collect Clare and my mum. The risk assessment was spot on, we had a bbq and fire in the garden, what a gorgeous sunny day.

And I have put myself in charge of who lives where now. My first decision is that Clare is moving in with my mum. In my new role I need to closely monitor this for when they start driving each other mad and I will separate them at that point, I think they will be fine for a good while.

I managed to buy Clare a big pile of crappy presents for her birthday:
1. Wine tasting next week at hotel du vin ( I bought this WEEKS ago)
2. Cookery evening in June (again, bought a good time ago)
3. Some of my very favourite goats soap
4. Most of a bag what I sewed her but have bought the wrong straps so I need to order new ones.

So, all with the best intention but all a bit wrong.

It was a very marvellous afternoon though. I feel so a million times better for it and now we just need to buckle down into the new world of no school and not going out.

Back to work tomorrow. In the whole new completely different work, my actual days are now pretty much exactly the same which is actually hard to get my head round,