Post box

Another day working at home, which as my usual pattern is to spend most of my time meeting and working with community groups feels very strange. Heartening to see how folks want to help out, but frustrating that others in my organisation can’t get away from it’s culture of wanting to be in control of everything.

Walked up to the post box with a Mother’s Day card this afternoon. We had been going to my parents in York for a long weekend as I had a meeting there tomorrow. Obviously that was cancelled more than a week ago, and after much discussion we’ve decided it’s sensible not to go.