Thursday is a working day and I am up and breakfasted by my first meeting at 10am. It is a meeting to discuss a specific training and how we should go about it. It is a lively and interesting meeting which moved us forward.There is still a lot we do not know but we a have a better understanding of where we are in our own position and thinking. At the end of the meeting I continue and chat to a colleague about the work and of course football. By the time we have exhausted the topic its time for lunch and to unwrap my latest book from Amazon. I eat lunch and and then it is time to host the Open Forum. It is a good hour and I come out of it with new ideas and some work to do. So I spend time emailing colleagues and tiding up the loose ends.
I need a rest and a smoothie and spend an hour reading my new book. As soon as I start to read it I am hooked.
I was a white working class boy who failed at school in the 1960s and here was some one asking why white working class boys are still failing in the education system in 2020. The answers are very interesting and includes a form of stereotyping and marginalisation that is extremely powerful. It has echoes of the same processes that marginalise and disadvantage bisexuals in the community.
I go to the garage to train and climb aboard the rowing machine. After half an hour of hard rowing my shoulders ache and I am tired. I now think of this training as part of my anti cancer medication,to be taken each day on a regular basis. So when the pain kicks in I remind myself that this is just swallowing the drugs and that I will feel better later and live longer.
I clear the kitchen and go for a bath bomb bath and finish reading the first volume of the BI-BLE and more of Lets Hear it From the Boys. I am glad I am back to reading, it makes me feel I am still alive and engaged. Its Thursday and tuna pasta night, it is also European football night as well. So I am set for the evening as Leicester draw and Rangers fight out a win. All this and the entertainment of Death in Paradise brings me to writing the blog.
Friday will be a shed day for writing letters and training but also its time to trim the beard and try out my new beard wax as recommended by my son. Most important of all is the chance to keep on reading and thinking. I miss my friends. It was a friends birthday today and although it was possible to send a gift and send birthday wishes it somehow falls short of the opportunity to celebrate.
