I’m not sure I’m enjoying these early starts …
I’m a bit busy, all of a sudden … which, on reflection, is not a bad thing. I’m into two bits of work with the school in Hampshire. First, is a self reflection questionnaire for the school’s prefects. All-in-all it’s about 5 hours’ work, but it’s still got to be done (write the Qer, dispatch it, collect it and then produce the reports). Then I have these twelve 360 degree staff reports. These are no small thing: a combination of a multitude of Qers (I have written 6 separate ones which, between them, go out to around 200 staff, students and parents), 40 remote interviews (with the staff in question and other staff), twelve 4-page reports, and then twelve one-to-one debrief interviews. That should all be over by this time next week.

And then, out of the blue, the second MoD team I’ve been dealing with get in contact about more support. That started yesterday and could likely run through to the end of March. I’m not complaining (really) and, as is always the case, once I start these things I love them. It’s great to be back involved with professional people and, whilst any coaching type work is emotional draining, it’s worth it. Of course … I get paid. Not much, but that all helps.
It’s also good to be back out in Doris, my mobile office. And it gives C some space, which I know she’s enjoying.

Other than that, I’m still strumming away at the guitar, still – both of us – running/walking, and still trying our best to stay safe. Insofar as TV, we’ve left season three of The Handmaid’s Tale behind, because we were going to hang ourselves from the rafters, and are now making our way through the Marvel movies in order. I think they’re hit and miss, myself. We were already a season through Agents of Shield, which I really like, and everyone is taking about Wanda Vision, the new Marvel series, which is meant to be both good and funny.
And 100,000 deaths. And Boris Johnson saying ‘we did all we could’. I’m sorry, but the number of times I’ve shouted at my phone/TV/radio about the things they could be doing, which they eventually did, but always late. And, as a result, the number of lives we’ve lost unnecessarily. It really saddens me. Kevin, my brother, died relatively early in the process. If the government had lockeddown two weeks earlier, as many were recommending, he might be alive now. But even if you forgive that, the next two lockdowns were both two weeks later than recommended. And don’t get me started on masks, the simplest, cheapest and one of the least intrusive safety measures.
I’m going to stop … before I spoil my supper.

Please stay safe. The numbers are starting to come down and none of us want to be an ‘end of the war casualty’. And give someone a ring – someone on their own – who you wouldn’t normally talk to. It will only take a couple of minutes.