Today, I feel like an extra in 'A Matter Of Life And Death'.
Not because David Niven has suddenly appeared in my garden in a state of neither aliveness or deadness*; but because I have been, figuratively speaking, pushing little shapes about on maps all day whilst drinking cocoa. And then getting a phone call or an email and needing to push them back in the other direction.
So. I have arranged for people to go to:
- Leeds (Twice)
- Manchester (Twice)
- Newport (Once, but for three days)
- Bolton (Lovely at this time of year)
- Manchester again (Twice)
and have un-arranged people going to:
- Liverpool (Twice, on two separate days)
- Edinburgh (Two people, three days each)
And THEN arranged:
- Two B&B stays in Liverpool
- Two B&B stays in Bolton
In addition, I have installed my lovely neighbour's new printer; removed a dead mouse with no head from the pile of dirty pants B has left in the bedroom; and arranged three interviews for new staff the week after next.
Oooooh! But at the weekend I planted carrots, peas, garlic and lettuce in the greenhouse and we made three gallons of beer. I will probably have photos at some point.
* Kind of a Shroedinger's David Niven