Friday and I’ve had a difficult night, a nagging headache and the issue of the Elders membership, so I get up slowly and indulge in cooked breakfast and coffee. I wander through part of the morning and reflect upon what my response to the Elders being drawn into an organisational structure is going to be. Yesterday’s email informing the group of the change has rankled me and stayed with me all night. I am obviously irritated, but I try to ask myself whether I am just being reactionary or whether there are good reasons to be disturbed by the decision. I was not consulted, nor were my colleagues, there was no discussion and no reflection. For me that speaks volumes about how the Elders, and myself are perceived. Clearly the relationship I thought I was in, along with the group, was not the one being made manifest by the relationship proposed, in fact imposed. I found myself in a really difficult dilemma given the work the Elders are embarking on in the near future. In the end when I asked myself “did I want to go through the stress of working through all the issues?” the answer was no. I can stay a friend and colleague to all of the Elders outside of the group. My decision is made, and I send messages to that effect to the group. I am too far down the road to take on more, the stress is not worth it. A friend once sent me a card that expressed it in a very direct way.
As I work my way through this, I have the TV on and watch fascinated as the Chancellor gets sacked having flown back from the USA a day early. Then I see an ex-health minister become chancellor and Blunder Truss give the shortest press conference on record. I am fascinated by the spectacle like a rabbit being charmed by a cobra. Is this the reality that I live in. Children who cannot count, do not know how a budget works and for the life of them do not understand that the logic is in the arithmetic. In an effort for normality, I put a chicken crockpot meal in and then try to capture some of the morning on the blog. There is my washing to be put away, the hog to be fed and then I am off to the gym to try and keep my body going. In the midst of all this I wish my grandson happy birthday. Oh, to be young again.
The reality turned out to be me not feeling well enough to go to the gym, so I indulged in some Hobbity tosh before my partner returned from the gym. We eat the meal I put in earlier and then watch and evening of Sherwood, Have I got News for You and the penultimate Mock the Week. My final chores are to finish todays blog, clear the kitchen and then take my night meds before going to bed with a headache. Tomorrow, I have the treat of meeting friends for lunch, a welcome break from the current world of political mayhem.
