ailbhe | Many phonecalls

This morning, after I woke up and sent Rob to get me a glass of water so that I could think, and then got up and made tea and coffee and left some beside a heavily sleeping Ingvar and brought some to Rob and got back into bed and drank coffee and read yet more Robert Jordan (it never ends! Never! and it's not even very good! Argh!) and got up again and got dressed and. . .

Anyway, after all that, the phone rang during brunch. I was going to dash out and answer it, but Rob reminded me that we have an answering service now and I could eat my brunch while it was still hot. So I did, and then I checked messages.

That call was from Rob's mum, Inger, to tell us that we can visit next weekend and we get to do a certain amount of messing about with boats, too, woohoo.

There was a message from my sister from yesterday about my mother's 60th birthday (neither I nor one of my sisters can go visit my mum for her birthday because I don't have money and she doesn't have time), so I phoned my mum and asked casually what she wanted to do for her birthday. She said, emphatically "Forget about it." So that's ok; I will call her, of course, and send her a gift (ooh, it's a nice gift we've chosen), but now I know that she doesn't really want me to go over there and make a fuss.

So I called my little sister to tell her about this, and then I called my sister the archaeologist to talk about books for her Masters and CDs for her computer upgrade. I may yet introduce her to newsgroups; she sounds interested.

Now I'm trying to get Rob to call his mum, and then I'll . . . stop making international phonecalls, perhaps.