What a crazy day!
Started manic enough, as we all managed to sleep till past 7.30 - which has been unhear dof lately. Complicated by the unwrapping of copious presents after breakfasts for F. 11 today. Quite ridiculous.
SHe spent two hours at her new school, a special session set up for all those girls (about 12 of them) who are coming alone from their primary schools. Good idea.
I arrived at work to find a man wandering about the corridors looking for our office so he could deliver the new water cooler/heater.
Followed closely by a delivery of 1000 A3 plastic ring binders. Exciting, eh?
Met Tx at the secondary school about midday, after I picked up the HUndred Years book from the printers and so that she could bring the boxes home for me.

Then it got busy...

3.20pm - Home to meet from school
3.40pm - Take S to his swimming lesson
4.00 - 5.00pm - Sally

She flicker and she sparkle and she change all my points of view

5.15pm - Home to find a plumber in bits on the kitchen floor with Tx exasperated by his late arrival, and upset by the failure of yet another washy mashy. F suggesting dinner out
5.30pm Burger King. How glamorous!
6.30pm - Home. Upstairs, change for Guides. Come on.
Time to check emails. Cell has been re-arranged for OUR HOUSE tomorrow night. Aaaargh!!
FG confirms we are ON for moving the furniture this evening. It isn't raining.
6.45pm - Leave to pick up friends for Guides
7.05pm - Leave Guides and drive straiht round to FG's house.
He's already busy in his shed, emptying 'stuff' to find the sideboard.
It's a SIDEBOARD for goodness sake, not a desk. He promised us a desk that we could use inthe vestry to transfer all the accounting software and paperwork out of the church office. Not a sideboard.
And certainly not a VERY BIG, TALL and HEAVY sideboard.
It didn't fit even in our People carrier, after I had taken ALL the fekking seats out.
The legs wouldnt come off.
So we carried it. Four of us, down the middle of the road, across the main road and into the church.
And on the way, one of the cars that moved over for us was driven my MOC, our admin pixie, who will no doub ttomorrow lecture me again about overdoing things. She's very lovely, but considers me rather eccentric.
And what are the chances - her daughter is the tenant who lives in the house owned by FG whose shed we have just raided!!!
8.25pm - leave the others chatting at church to pick up the Guides.
8.45pm - Home.

So I have forgotten to ring Biscuit, on the last day ever of her school life. She's coming to the Forest tomorrow to do her silver D of E. Hopefully, we'll catch up this weekend.
And my mobile charger has taken a holiday to Lost Island. Which, I hope, is where the original copy of the HUndred Years book ahs gone. Struggling ot find this. I can see myself emptyingthe recycling bin tomorrow .
Seriously annoyed with myself for losing that.

We have a 'parochial visitation' on the 2nd July.
Fantastic.

Sideboard, right? What a crap word.
We have been collecting these lately.
In the last few weeks I have tried to use:

coupon

and

beaker

Sideboard is one of these words. Others will turn up.