January
Poor Jay
started the New Year with a visit to the dentist for her filling and further
advice on the orthodontic treatment she needs.
She has decided to put this off until after the end of the academic year
at the earliest. We delivered her back
for the Hilary Term on Thursday 10, the car only just coping with the gradual
accumulation of possessions.
On
Wednesday 16, a belated Christmas present for Roger, behind which hangs a
tale. Teresa has been observing for some
time that Roger is becoming more pedantic the older he gets. After one of his expostulations last year,
Teresa wrote to The Guardian. The
point was selected for inclusion in the paper’s style guide (essential reading
for all its journalists), which was published as a book in January. We are on page 221 if you’re interested
(Guardian Style, by David Marsh, published by Guardian Books at £14.99). By a nice coincidence, this means we appear
on the same page as the
Our life
got greener with the delivery of our home composting bin. Vegetable food waste is now sent to the large
black Dalek in the garden, where it looks very lost in the bottom. Obviously going to be some time before
anything actually starts to rot.
On
Tuesday 22, we went to the Festival Theatre, Malvern to see the touring
production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat.
On
Friday 25, we set our third quiz for the bowls club, trying to match the
questions to the likely knowledge of the members (they hate difficult
quizzes). We seemed to do this pretty
well, because after two rounds most tables had returned perfect scores, and we
almost started to panic. However, Teresa
had road-tested most of the rounds on her board, and we knew there were some
tougher questions to follow. Although
the scoring continued to be high, by the end there was a clear winner, by the
comfortable margin of ten points; incidentally it was the third different
winning table in the quizzes we have set to date. As last year, Teresa produced a very slick
music round on the lap-top, everybody much enjoying the old tunes and generally
knowing most of the answers. Jay came
home for the weekend and took charge of the scoring – very efficiently.