Pic of the week 3/4/22
Monday was my birthday! 53 years old.
I spent the day at work, came home and had my Spanish lesson with Daniel, then I swam. For my pudding, I had a slice of this cake, which Becky had made for me, and Sophie had decorated. This year, I had said no presents – I don’t need anything and I don’t want people wasting their money buying me things I won’t use. I had a nice day, but a better day was Friday when I broke up for the Easter holidays!
Sam came home on Saturday (with a mountain of washing that I have now ploughed through) and yesterday & today saw me back on a (non-school) football pitch, refereeing a couple of games. I enjoyed it again, possibly have got my refereeing mojo back, but could still very much take it or leave it and don’t think I shall be doing masses in the future. But an important weekend that saw me take charge of two cup games, and officiate with my old calm authority, and do a good job. If I scale back my refereeing, it is on my terms.
Also today, I went to a “language cafe” at Strode theatre, part of it’s book week, and spent about an hour or so talking in Spanish with other learners, and a couple of tutors. Really enjoyed it, and was pleased with my ability to hold a conversation in Spanish with complete strangers. Makes me realise all my time and effort has not been wasted, and I an looking forward to speaking with Daniel again tomorrow,