Archive for April 4th, 2007

Just another day, nothing in my way….

April 4, 2007

To remind myself not to get morbid and be postive about things now and then…..

I had my end of year review meeting with my course leader and my practice learning (thats the cutting down trees and being stared at etc) manager. The outcome of the meeting was lots of positive comments about my placement and my general professionalism about everything on the course. This surprised me a bit but maybe because I worked full time for so long I’ve absorbed alot of behaviour protocol along the way thats really helping me deal with things in a productive way. They also forced me to admit I am getting 2.1s and borderline 1sts for my essays etc which I know is very good but I find it hard to accept that I might actually be doing well!

In other news I’m off to Edinburgh in a few weeks to see my old Sydney housemates for a weekend on the lash. Also I;ve never been to Scotland before so its an adventure!

Appetite has made a guest appearance in my life again. I think because I’ve been up the line at Mums all week and well – he cant get me here! Think Mum noticed how weird I am though because she’s taken a very softly softly approach to feeding me and or offerning food. This is not the norm in our house – we generally live by the ‘eat what you given’ and ‘dont eat any more you’ll get fat and embarrass me’ code of practice.

Lastly I seem to be getting ALOT of male attention.

The Long Goodbye

April 4, 2007

I’ve had a letter from my own agedp. He reports he’s losing his sight even more drastically but that he can get it sort of fixed for £18,000 if the NHS won’t cough up. He seems happy with this. He is writing on his Croation girlfriend’s typewrtiter which has black on white keys which he can just about make out. I wonder if its more the case of he knows where the letters are anyway. He explains that he can no longer see the trains coming and going from the station out of the flat window – and that they are 367 of these a day! (yes, he would count them!).

He’s written me these novella length letters since I was away at school and I suppose I have been away in one way or another for the last twenty years now.  Except every time I get one now I wonder if it just might be the last one. How many more rambling pages of a4? Ten more? Five more?

I think he knows that too because theres been less and less crap about my Mother in the last couple of years and more attempts at wisdom and legacy. This was his final paragraph…

‘I shall not be able to boast that ‘i did it my way’ – more of a staumble than a planning! But all in all I have been very lucky.

I shall die dissapointed not to have seen greater progress towards a just and decent society. Tony Benn, whom I met in Truro catherderal in 1995 said that things will change when enough people sit up and take notice but it is nobody’s duty to illuminate the significant facts that form opinion apart from a few investigative journalists who struggle against the cloak of secrecy.’

And so on.

I’m stoping now before I ruin my mascara.