Work, work, work

This might be short. Sorry. We came down to Mary’s on Sunday for a small lunch thing and, since then, I’ve been working at a school in Farnham. It’s a shortish commute and I get in for about 7.45. I’ve had a couple of late nights (8.30 last night) as I have to interview groups of children about their houseparent. It is … it always will be … great being back among the young. I do love interaction with young people – last night it was a bunch of boys. I have three more houses to do – boys and girls.

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my early morning work face

360 appraisals are sensitive things. Any appraisal is tough at the receiving end as every appraisal will (should) tell you those areas were you need to improve. So it’s tricky for those at the report end. It’s also tricky for me. I have to get them right – they have to be evidence based, otherwise they’re no use whatsoever. That means a lot of talking and a lot of reading. And then a lot of writing (about 30,000 words for me all told, more than I would pen as an author in a week) of which every word will be pored over. Anyhow, I have 8 out of 12 draft reports finished. Four more and then a complete revamp. In the meantime I still have about a full day’s worth of confirmatory interviews. Hurrah! It should be over by 8.30 pm on Friday.

The good news, corona virus dependent, by this time next week we should be gearing ourselves up for Spain. I can’t think about that … in case my head explodes.

More news on Sunday. Food and sleep now.