When Essential Care Is Put In Private Hands…

My thoughts on reposting…

Read After Burnout

images-368Of all the places I should have chosen not to land, the private special school should not have been one of them. It’s a red brick building placed in the middle of a council estate in a nice middle-class market town. I never knew it existed until I was asked if I would be interested in doing some supply there. I had nothing to lose. Did I?

My first day was a shocker. It was the calmest day that the place had experienced; calm before the storm. I had old JC creeping in again telling me that I could be of use to these lost souls and that I could bring about a miraculous change through my empathetic teaching. I thought about this for a short, a very short time, and stamped on it. It was a nice day of false sunshine followed by days of rain and thunder.

What…

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Discount Glastonbury…

Never, Ever Repost…Balls.

Read After Burnout

Sunday morning has arrived with another deluge. It’s been one long shower since the decision, “By the people”, to go it alone. We were up relatively early so that we could fulfil our parental responsibilities. I got the shopping adventure whilst my wife took our youngest one off to a maths class.

Just in case.

I always build in additional time and arrive early at destinations or meetings, just in case. With twenty minutes to spare, I was sitting outside our local discount supermarket and awaiting the opening of the doors. As I looked for something to read, I noticed other ‘just in cases’ arriving into the carpark. Just onto my second page of a book about running and personal philosophy, I was aware that the place was truly filling up. This was like Glastonbury for Sunday morning shoppers.

I was first into the carpark but second through the doors…

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Discount Glastonbury…

Sunday morning has arrived with another deluge. It's been one long shower since the decision, "By the people", to go it alone. We were up relatively early so that we could fulfil our parental responsibilities. I got the shopping adventure whilst my wife took our youngest one off to a maths class. Just in case.... Continue Reading →

To Be or To Be a Wasp…

Plotting your course through life is to be asked to be blown by winds that arise without warning, have no discernible pattern of behaviour, and then, just for good measure, blow you completely off-course.  I have neither compass nor maps. I could be anywhere and the possibility is that I am in exactly that spot,... Continue Reading →

Train of Thought…

I was about to start this post with a little introduction to my rather contented state of mind. Since waking, it has been like a warm blanket around me and I haven't shaken it off. I am still wearing it now. Even the gremlin, that has taken up residence in my Apple, has failed to... Continue Reading →

You Should Be Dancing…

 The Bee Gees We were returning home from Manchester Airport yesterday morning. It was raining. It was foggy. It was Greater Manchester followed by West Yorkshire; it was raining and cold, wet and bleak, dark and empty satanic mills, green and damp sheep-studded fields and hills.  "I wouldn't want to be a sheep here," our... Continue Reading →

Writer Unblocked…

For a number of years a piece of work has been sitting in my digital graveyard. No, that's not quite true. The work had not been formally laid to rest, rather it was receiving prolonged treatment for conditions associated with creative coma. The patient was not the unfinished novel, it was the half-baked writer. I... Continue Reading →

The Road We All Travel…

Michael Morpurgo, the author and former children's laureate, is 76 on Saturday 5 October 2019, and he's beginning to feel his age. But he's not downhearted, partly because he draws inspiration from others who've stayed active and positive to the end of their lives.  Strange thing, getting old - because I never thought it would... Continue Reading →

Why Hate A Little Girl?

How can a 16-year-old girl in plaits, who has dedicated herself to the not-exactly sinister, authoritarian plot of trying to save the planet from extinction, inspire such incandescent rage? Last week, she tweeted that she had arrived into New York after her two week transatlantic voyage: “Finally here. Thank you everyone who came to see... Continue Reading →

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