Phew, my feet seem to have hardly touched the ground this month. We have had a leak in the conservatory repaired, and the room repainted. It's strange how tidying a room up makes it suddenly more appealing, and we have found ourselves voluntarily going to sit in there again, after avoiding it like the plague for months, as it gradually became a dumping ground for all sorts of unwanted stuff...now it's all gone to charity, and we can feel virtuous and clutter free!
Being gluttons for punishment, we have also had the hall, stairs and landing re-decorated. It looks lovely, and will be even better on Friday when the new carpet arrives...walking on floorboards is not very kind underfoot, especially when you make contact with a gripper rod, ouch!
Nick is still at home with us, and still on crutches. His MRI scan showed that every part of his knee had been badly damaged, but luckily they don't think it will require surgery. They are going to give him a series of injections on 6th April, which will coat the cartilege's frayed edges and enable them to start physio so he can hopefully get some movement back in his knee. If that fails, then it will mean surgery, so let's hope it works!
Finally, all the staff at school were called to a big meeting last night, and told that our small private school could not survive financially for much longer, and they are applying to the Government for Academy status. It will mean the school will double in size, but our jobs will be secure. We are all a bit shell shocked at the news, and wondering what the long term implications will be for all of us. Early retirement to our beloved North Yorkshire is winning hands down at the moment!
