In the walled garden

What a day! Work, complete with team meeting, supervision and annual appraisal, was hot. It’s been suggested that I go and spend time at one of the other surgeries, once in a while. Maybe I will….

Afterwards I met a former colleague for a drink in town, then walked home. Even though it is not collection of recycling day tomorrow, I decided to tackle the two huge boxes of paperwork I’d found under the bed on Monday. Next week I will be away, so I want the paper to be put out in my absence. Sorted one box (what does one do with the plastic filing pockets?) then went out with my friend K to a poetry reading at the Museum in the Park, which has a contemporary-styled walled garden. We sat in the education building with the doors open but my, it was hot! To my shame but not at all to my surprise, I snoozed a while during the first two readings. The third and fourth were great, though!

Afterwards there was poetic chitter chatter, but I had no words left. Work and the heat had sucked them all out of me. K drove me home, and I tackled the second box. All my play work files are in a large paper sack now. If I did a course again, the content would all be different, and the knowledge is still in my head, I tell myself. I reflect that there’s not much opportunity to play in my current role. Playing with needles and tablets is never a good idea (unless they are the iPad type of tablets).

Now I’m lying on the bed and my feet are aching from having been stranding up. Time to soak them in something pleasant, and head to bed for real