As we approach the end of November and St Andrew’s Day (patron saint of my beloved Scotland) and the impending birth of our grandson (still pinching myself writing that!) I thought I’d look up what November meant. It’s from the Latin for nine, as it was the 9th month in the Roman calendar, before January and February were added to the calendar by Pope Gregory VIII in 1852-hence the Gregorian Calendar.
It’s been a month of few ups, with another lockdown and a period of self isolation, which ends today, thank goodness. The lockdown changes into a tier system on Wednesday with the possibility of some Christmas cheer.
Our grandson is due in less than a week and our building work, paused due to SI can resume mid week. Hopefully we will be finished by Christmas, with carpets laid and decorations up. If not, it won’t matter as we won’t be entertaining much this year, but hopefully we can make up for that some time in 2021.
Work has been a challenge with a few positive cases of covid, but not the amount that I thought at all, and so far no staff cases. Phew!
Only three weeks left of this first term, with twists and turns, guideline changes, offers of money, then restrictions as to what can be reimbursed. This whilst bidding for £1 million worth of decarbonisation funding, projecting budgets for the next three years, and day to day requirements and tasks.
My next blog will hopefully bring the joyous news of the safe arrival of our grandson: a wonderful event in the most challenging year. 😍😍🥰👶🏼