My friend Ida Pullar, younger sister of George Atchison whose 90th birthday we attended last month, died a week ago today on 5 Dec., 11 years and 2 days after her husband Allan. For the last two years she has been in an aged care facility in Sale, where her funeral is today at 2.00pm. I won't be able to get to the funeral, it's too far away and I have much to do.
There's a Christmas lunch today at Rose cottage restaurant in Monbulk for the Committee of the Emerald Museum and Nobelius Park but I've told them I'm a non starter. Better that I slow down and not try to do too much. But I do hope to call on Fay Day and have a cuppa with her. She leaves on Thursday to spend Christmas with her daughter and family and will be away for a month.
A week from today is Gord's court case at Dandenong. All the letters and references have been given to the solicitor and this week I have to contact him to make the final arrangements or find out if he can negotiate with the police prosecutor to have the intent to steal charge withdrawn. Gord is beside himself with nervous anxiety and talks about it constantly.
Robbie got a VCE enter score of 87.4 which will allow him to choose what course he does from those that he applied for. PHEW! Lib's back but Rob is still at Lakes Entrance enjoying some well earned rest.
The agent who is going to get a valuation on the farm for us didn't turn up yesterday.
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