Mr.Waffle drove Daniel to his GAA match this morning (he won). I cycled into town with herself to drop her to a day long workshop for this representative organisation for young people to which she has been elected. Michael and I leafleted all the neighbours about the residents’ association agm (the chair lives with us, it brings responsibilities).

This afternoon Daniel sang in the choir at the church Christmas Fair. Mr. Waffle and I manned the poinsettia stall (completely sold out, thanks for asking). Midway through the afternoon, I went back to town to collect herself (it went fine, next meeting in January) and she came back to the plant stall with me. We released Mr Waffle who went to visit his parents. The Princess got a free muffin from the cake stall (only fair as she had supplied the sold out brownies). I got it free because they said I was a great reader.” “What did it say? Muffins for sale?” “No,” she snorted, “for my reading at mass.” It’s a small pond but among elderly, religious ladies in the area she is a star.

As I write I am on the bus into town. We are going to dinner with friends and I am meeting Mr. Waffle there. Unfortunately, he was unable to make it back to our house from the distant suburb where his parents live and I am getting there under my own steam. It’s a bit surrendered wife of me but I feel quite daring negotiating new public transport routes on my own in the evening. So far, it’s been fine, you’ll be relieved to hear.

Tomorrow, we are going to some interactive theatre and Daniel and I are going to “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” (his sister has already seen it with friends, his father and brother have no interest, so it’s just the two of us). And at some point I need to produce a 1,500 word essay for this course I’m doing. Mild sigh.

Also, unrelated, thanks for the good wishes for my aunt – I told her, she was pleased- she got a new hip today so I hope things will start to improve.