DVT DAY 250

This is Wednesday, normally a laid back, do as I want to day, but this Wednesday is a work day. Before I get started on the meetings I make bacon bagels and then clean the shower head and replace the ionic beads in the head. That all went well so I sit down to my first meeting. I end up making plans to do training in the new year, which the services seem to need the most to get new staff through the COVID times.

I go to my next meeting. A new group for me, some old friends, some new people but no fixed agenda, its a group of experienced practitioners who know their way around the grey areas and ambiguities of therapeutic communities. I found the hour and half really helpful and a space that offers me a sense of belonging in that I know what I say will be heard and that I can hear others. I’m looking forward to meeting again in December. The group have dubbed itself the Elders, I think of us potentially the Brand New Ancients as Kae Tempest would call us.

Time to go to the shed and do an hour on the exercise bike, its cold and getting dark already. Heater on and in three layers to start with I pedal my way to fatigue and sweat. At the end of my session I have to phone home to get the outside lights turned on so I do not trip up in the dark of the garden. No time to shower just eat and get ready to met the decorator who is due to discuss next weeks adventure. He arrives, accepts coffee and we talk wallpaper and paint colours. As we talk some of our previous dilemmas fall away and some of the colour schemes fall into place. A productive meeting. So then its TV and Safe, only another 4 perhaps 3 episodes left of this unbelievable murder malarkey. I watch the The Rap Game UK and I am pleased to see Shogun back and doing his stuff.I winder if it is too late to learn to rap? Finally its time to retire and say good night but not before I write the blog.