DVT DAY 60

Up for a nine o’clock meeting, so a quick muesli breakfast and then its all down to setting up the computer system in the office. Today I get the office because my partner is having a day off. So off we go and I get into the Team meeting and almost instantly my computer says “No”, makes a howling sound and goes dark. I illuminate the air with a number of expletives as I dash to get my back up system and re-enter the meeting, no longer feeling cool in my skeleton T shirt and not that motivate. I join the general conversation and take the odd note until my partner pops a piece of paper under my nose with the magic words “bacon sandwich” written on it. At first I think this is some sort of surrealist art instillation, then I realise there is a question mark at the end of it. I give an enthusiastic thumbs up and continue with the meeting. I cannot tell you how frustrating it is to have a bacon sandwich sitting in front of you, off camera and trying to judge the appropriate moment to make it obvious to the other team members that you are eating a bacon sandwich in the middle of the meeting. I nibble and contribute as best I can, being mildly distracted by bacon aroma and salty taste. Eventually the meeting ends and three of us stay on to chat about future work. This turned out to be surprisingly productive.

Meeting over I retreat for a while and gather up the post. A lovely surprise of a letter and a invoice trying not charge me import duty on the bloody weights bench I did not want and have not paid for. I take to the e-bay e Mil system and send a clear and un equivocal, fuck off message, only in much nicer language than that, I think I added please to it. However, I made it quite clear that they are still the owners of the bench and if they want it back then they could collect it at their own expense. So, unless they have an agent in England then they have a bit of a trek from Hong Kong to get it. Having asserted my rights, I go to see the frogs in the pond and top it up.

Before I know it its time to get ready for my open forum group. Four an hour I have the joy of chatting to some real heroes dealing with some of the most difficult and risky people. At the end I feel quite tired, not from the people but from the strain of making Teams work, it’s a shit format for interpersonal work.

I have coffee and a choc ice. I find I am on my own in the house as my partner and daughter have gone for a long walk for their daily exercise. I sit on the garden swing seat for a while and read my letter. It is a delight and chuckle to myself. Feeling uplifted I got to he shed and start to write up my session notes, which takes quite a while as I try to organise my thoughts. I also finish off some of my Empowerment cards. I feel tired again and settle down to read “Farewell to Fear”. Before I know it my partner is telling me dinner is ready.

So, I settle down to a tasty meal and then we play hunt the Fitbit watch as my partner could not find hers after having had a post walk shower. Before we can find it a friend rings me and my partner goes for her singing lesson over skype. My friend is out for her walk and we chat about how things are and she tells me that she has found yeast and is sending me some tomorrow. Now there is a friend, what a star. By the time we finish our call I‘ve hunted down the missing Fitbit, which had hidden under the bed. By this time my partner is warbling so I have a punt on getting a Sainsburys slot and to my surprise find I can get one for next Thursday so fill a virtual trolley and head for the check out. Mission accomplished, I have a wave of smugness. So I settle down on the sofa to write the blog, watch “Have I Got News for You”, drink non-alcoholic beer and much crisps. Oh the riskiness of it all.