Tuesday and a work day. However I still manage to miss an early call. I breakfast and drug quickly in order to get to my sofa office and check my emails. There is an email requiring me to check information on an old data base, so I start out with that piece of work. An hour later and I’ve finished the task and done the contact work related to it. At last I settle down to write my accreditation review report. Its a case of typing my report into an Excel work book, not my favourite way to work. Eventually I get the job done. Thankfully there was a call from a friend in the middle of the work to break up the concentration and the aching fingers. I finish of the spell checking and send it to a colleague who is shadowing me doing this role so that she could see what I had done prior to our call tomorrow. Some plants arrive and I put them in the shelter of the green house. The working day has almost gone so I clamber into mt training gear and get myself into the garage to grind out a 30 minute session on the rower.
Time & Calories 
Kilometres
I record my session before changing and opening the Amazon parcel that has arrived. Oh deep joy a new sink tidy, I can hardly contain my excitement as I throw out the old version of a sink tidy that we had been using. As I say it was difficult to contain my joy and excitement. Time for tea and I begin to do my homework for the podcast interview I am doing tomorrow. I look at the questions and think about the bits I cannot remember. I read the latest version of my CV to get things in order in my head. I find myself reading one or two bits that I have written about various bits of my work. I am surprised by some of the stuff that I have written. I realise that I still have a pair of sunshine boots that I wore to HMP Gartree many years ago when it was a dispersal prison, fortunately the salmon pink suit that I wore with them has long gone. It would appear that my dress sense has only mildly modified.
So I do my home work and settle to write my blog whilst watching “unforgotten”. Some crisps and half an orange later I am still hungry, and so the nightly tussle begins. The only thing I crave more than a peanut butter bagel right now is a long and relaxed conversation with friends, to catch up and continue exploring how we all make sense of life.
