Sunday already, a week has gone by since I last posted and now it’s all a bit of a blur, probably because I have one had cold after another and my brain is befugged. Off the top of my head there’s been book group, another terror attack in London, low temperatures, MasterB very reluctant to go outside and hissing at Hartley who only wants to be friends, and mainly friends with me at that, BoJo reviving the £350 million to the NHS – if only – and Theresa May blah blahing.
I have been fed up with WordPress because it has been crashing whenever I have tried to upload pictures when I have used the version of the editor I like (this one) and not the new-fangled one that I find annoying. I have now, on the advice of the happiness team, removed my cache (aka my browsing history, not some illicit stash of arms) so we shall see.
Ooh, something exciting did happen. Well, exciting to me in any case. Though to be honest it didn’t seem very exciting at the outset. Stuffed into a drawer I had some old bits of school uniform, from two schools actually, primary and secondary. I still have the primary school bits but I am hopeful they may soon find a new home.
A year or so ago, via Twitter, I made contact with a member of staff at my old secondary school. We exchanged a few messages and I said I had the uniform bits and some exercise books, would the school be interested? Yes, she said, and then things lapsed. Over the summer I contacted the school directly, having forgotten the name of the Twitter person, and so on Wednesday, while on a trip to Guildford to visit the dentist, I made a detour up the Farnham Road to what is still the Guildford County School in name, but a very different beast from the institution I attended from the age of eleven. For starters there are boys, for seconds it is a comprehensive.
Oh the memories. As I reached Guildford Park Road I remembered the Chinese take away called the Bamboo Garden. I looked right and behold! there it was still.