Awkward situations...

I was in the kitchen at work making myself a coffee this morning when our MD walked in, saw me, and looked very awkward. I presume he knows I'm leaving, but he didn't say a word, not even to wish me good luck, and scuttled off to his office, not even holding the door open for me as he went. I was very disappointed, to be honest, as I've worked for the company for almost nine years, and had a close association with him when we sold our soft play business eleven years ago. 

I spent the rest of my shift writing the moan report and catching up with emails. I also mentioned to Nicola that the school holidays are looming and that I've had no holiday activities to put onto the system or swim camps... I don't have long left!

As we were leaving, Angela and Jo mentioned my puffy ankles, which was a bit embarrassing... Gabriel, my physiotherapist, had urged me to contact the doctor about them, as he thinks I'm retaining water. They have been bad in the summer ever since I started working eight-hour shifts three times a week. In the good old days, I finished at 2:00pm so I could go home and potter about.

I went straight home and made an appointment with a lovely nurse called Angela for Thursday morning. On holiday, they were fine because we were drinking gallons of water and I was in the pool every day. I was also moving about a lot more, but working for eight hours at a desk in the heat does me no favours at all.

Sophie had watched some of the Sinner match at Wimbledon today, and said he'd won in three straight sets, so it was a bit boring.!

Before Sophie came home, I started on the dinner, cooking the chicken first and gently frying the leeks and garlic. I felt so hot! Doing this put me in a bad mood, and when Sophie came home, she insisted on taking over. I went upstairs and had a long, cool shower before trying on a new dress for tomorrow. It was a beautiful, long, flowy dress, but it gaped at the cleavage, and I knew I'd be forever fiddling with it. Sophie forbade me from wearing it!

Sophie had finished the preparations for the meal and popped it into the oven when I reappeared. We sat and chatted over a glass of wine and had it confirmed that tomorrow we'd be seeing Arthur Fery play the Italian Flavio Cobolli on Centre Court! Woohooo!!