Off on holiday – In the name of Thiago – Day 177
Yes that’s right, I’m off this week. Off to.. well of course nowhere in particular. Well actually that’s not quite true, as I was off to the sunny delights of Tunstall to pick up a sink and a shitter. Yep, sink dunny and to order the tiles that Angélica and I looked at on Saturday. Just as well we did leave it on Saturday as we had got the ceiling height slightly wrong, so we’ve saved ourselves a few quid as well.
Here’s her ladyship Elisa this morning. Unfortunately, this is an all too common sight. Mornings really aren’t her thing it’s fair to say but her recent obstinacy does test my patience. And as many of you know by now, I don’t have a lot of that to begin with.
I bit my tongue today and simply transported her to school and back again and was rewarded twice today. Firstly, Elisa started practising her cello before her teacher came online when usually she would wander off or miraculously misplace her bow in the five minutes between preparing for her lesson and it starting.
Of course, every parent is proud of their child in one way or another. Well I am lucky enough to have many reasons to be proud of Elisa. And thank fuck that I can say that without any sense of over-egging a pudding. She is fantastic. I just hope that she doesn’t turn to shit soon after she starts at secondary school as I did. I shall endeavour to keep her away from a village cricket team full of drunkards – that might well be a good place to start.
The school find Elisa to be a mature, sensible and diligent student – a girl who is extremely compassionate and caring to people around her with a lovely manner. As I read through the report this afternoon, part of me was thinking well done girl on pulling the wool over their eyes. I also know that she turns it on when she needs to. Let’s say she uses her energy intelligently at times!
Facebook can be an unforgiving beast at times, but I do like how it sends you a memory every now and again. This is her ladyship pictured outside the Castelão at the World Cup in Brazil in 2014. She was absolutely gorgeous then and still is now. That was a weird time in many ways. I’d just been binned off by the film company I’d started eight years earlier. I was excited to be in Angélica’s homeland for the tournament, of course I was, but I was also experiencing anxiety about what I was going to do when I returned to the UK. I suppose it’s fair to say that anxiety is a recurring theme for me.
We’ve had another chap round today to look at the sycamore tree in our garden. I liked him and felt that I could trust him to do a good job. Let’s see what his quotation brings tomorrow. I just hope it’s within what we can afford at the moment, as it’s a pretty expensive time what with all the building work we have going on.
Righto folks, time to wrap this up for tonight with the usual plea for your support through donating to the fundraiser. Whatever you can give to help will be greatly appreciated.