All wrapped up

Pic of the week

Its only the second year its happened, but I can see it becoming a tradition.

On Thursday, whilst on the bus to school, Sam excitedly messaged the family about his listening history for the year – Spotify had released there 2019 – Wrapped, whereby they share with your what you’ve listened to over the year.

It does make interesting reading.

Deacon Blue were my most listened to artist – we went to see them in Nov 18 and I then spent much of the first couple of months of the new year listening to them.

… and in positions 2, 3, & 4 were The Specials, OMD & New Order, all of whom I saw this year.  Aztec Camera were a slightly surprising entry as my 5th most listened to artist, but I have, on more than one occasion, listened to their “Love” album in its entirety.

I was a little surprised to see “Big Country” was my most listened to song, but then I realised most (all?) of my most listened to songs are on my running playlist, so get a disproportionate amount of plays. Perhaps its time to come up with a new running playlist for 2020?

One of the things I like about Spotify is the way it reminds you of long forgotten songs and artists. As a result of the above, I did listen to the whole of the Cocteau Twins “Treasure” album today – beautiful, powerful, fragile all at the same time, I suspect I will listen to them a lot in the months to come.

And, although it didn’t feature in my 2019 – Wrapped, Spotify was responsible for my best musical discovery of the year (first released in 1981, so I’m a little behind the times!): The Church – The Unguarded Moment.

 


 

A tough week

Pic of the week 1/12/19

Its been a tough week.

I didn’t get the Head of Department post – that’s not what has grated, but the way in which the process was done. Having each been through a lesson obs, 3 interviews, and a presentation, none of the four candidates was offered the job. Instead CCF – the former HoD, but now Assistant Head, Teaching and Learning – decided she want to do the job again. She was part of the “process” – in fact, in my feedback from the Head, the only negative was about my lesson (lacked pace, and an error/confusion towards the end – I had got a minus sign in the wrong place) could only have come from her. Who then got the job.

And there’s more. She’s going to make the department nationally and internationally known – the central plank of my presentation. I can’t help but feel as though I’ve been mugged.

There has been quite a bit of back-peddling – “Oh, you are an excellent teacher, who does so much. We must find a roll for you etc.”  But a lot of damage has been done and it will take time to rebuild my trust in the school. I shall be interested to observe how my numerous leaders lead me over the next weeks and months.

Anyway, December has dawned. The pic above is Becky’s montage of November. A few more days to limp through, and then its hols.

And I say limp both metaphorically and literally.

On Friday morning I woke with a sore toe, the soreness disappointing fairly quickly, but I awoke on Saturday with it much worse. Dr Google diagnosed gout – all the symptoms are there, but I don’t think I’d be in the at risk group: I don’t (rarely) drink, don’t eat much red meat, am fit, not overweight …  But I have been stressed this week, and Wednesday evening I refereed a game 7.30 – 9.15pm and Thursday evening did my spinning – I probably did get a bit dehydrated over those two days, so this is probably the cause. It hurt a bit this morning – both yesterday & today I took ibuprofen which has helped. Let’s hope it cures itself with rest,  plenty of fluids and a calmer week to come.

O.N.S

Pic of the week 24/11/19

Well, what a busy week that was.

On Wednesday Sophie had an interview at the Bank of England (right in the pic above) She says it went well, but won’t hear for a while.

But not to worry as on Thursday she was offered a placement year job at the Office for National Statistics (O.N.S) (above left in the pic) which needless to say she is delighted about. For some time this has been her number one target, and she’ll be spending next year working in Newport.

Still on the job front, on Thursday I interviewed for the Head of Maths post at Millfield. (A little annoyingly) I’m still waiting on hearing whether or not I’ve been succsesful. They say they are not sure about the structure of the department, and need to get that right before offering any posts.

On Wednesday (great interview preparation!) I fixed the Micra wiper blades which had stopped working (on the way back from Sophie’s interview at the ONS last week.) Once a special tool had arrived for removing the wiper arms, it was all fairly straight forward. Took about an hour to remove wipers & scuttle panel to access the wiper mechanism. Was instantly obvious that my diagnosis was correct that a linkage had popped off a ball joint. Remove the whole mechanism, fit a retaining clip and put it all back together. Rather enjoyed the job.

On Friday I failed to get Killers tickets, but Becky was successful, so in June we are off to see them (Manic Street Preachers supporting) at Ashton Gate.

And on Saturday, I refereed our 2nd XI v Marlborough in front of quite a big crowd, including a certain someone …

Looking ahead

Pic of the week

Ok, so this blog is supposed to be an online diary where I record events of the past week for future posterity, but Becky put together the above montage of what we’ve got to look forward to in 2020.

This week I booked two tickets for Deacon Blue on Nov 14th 2020 in Plymouth and three tickets (one for Sophie!) to the Bath Festival in May to see McFly, supported by Scouting for Girls.

This evening I’ve booked two EasyJet flights to Barcelona (total cira £180)

We’ve also got Glastonbury Festival and a week in Pollensa to look forward to, along with Becky’s 50th, Sophie’s 21st and Sam’s 18th. A busy year ahead!

This has been another busy – and wet – working week. Sophie cam home on Wednesday and then went of to Newport on Thursday for an interview for a placement year at the ONS.

(On the way home, the Micra windscreen wipers stopped working. Tried to fix them today, but can’t get the wipers off.  Need a special pulling tool – ordered one today from Amazon, should be here tomorrow … hopefully this time next week I’ll be writing of my successful motor mechanic skills …)

O.M.D

Pic of the week 10/11/19

On Friday, Becky and I went to see the magnificent Orchestral Manoeuvers in the Dark, OMD, at the Bath Pavilion.

They were brilliant.

Up there with the best bands I’ve seen. Andy McCluskey is a real showman (and I hope to be as fit and mobile at 60 as he is), the light-show was great, the audience “up for it” but it was the music that stole the show.

One forgets how many hits they’ve had, and they belted them all out.

If I have to pick out a favourite OMD track, I think it would have to be Maid of Orleans, which they played about a quarter of the way into the set, straight after Joan of Arc.

But each time they started the next song you thought: “this is brilliant.”

A great night. A life affirming night.

 

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M-m-m-my Girona

Pic of the week 3/11/19

So half term inches towards its inevitable conclusion with parents consultations this afternoon, but what a fantastic week and half its been.

Monday evening saw Becky & I jet off for a few days in Girona, our first trip abroad sin hijos for over twenty years. It had been a bit of a “on the whim” purchase of flights back in August and it did feel like a bit of an adventure as we headed off in the dreary dark, wind and rain to Bristol airport.

And what a fantastic place Girona is – it was all that I hoped for, and more.

A picturesque city, steeped in history, but compact, accessible and not overcrowded.

We arrived at Girano airport at circa 11 pm local time time to warm, clement, conditions. I’d pre-booked a taxi (this turned out to be a good move) that whisked us to our hotel in about 20 mins.

Tuesday was a bank holiday – by fluke our visit coincided with Fires de Saint Narcis, Girona’s major festival and we got to see and hear much music and dancing, although we probably didn’t make the most of the “big headed people” parade. We walked the wall of Girona (a must do if visiting the city. Top tip, start at the Cathedral end – not only do you (tend to) walk down hill, you are also rewarded with the best views at the start; I suspect that if you start at the other end, you may think “meh” for the first part of the walk.)

We also spent much time just sat drinking coffee at various cafes, outside, soaking up the warm sunshine. It was wonderful.

On the Wednesday, we took a bus to Palafrugell, and then another local bus to Calella de Palafrugell, which is a stunning seaside town, to which I am sure we will return some day. I had a swim in the sea – I’m not a religious man, but swimming in the sea is the closest I get to a spiritual experience – it (the water) was not warm, but not too cold either, it had a refreshing edge to it and, with sunshine and an air temperature of about 23-24 degrees, basking in the sunshine after my swim was a real pleasure.

Thursday was more wandering the historic old town, picking out a few Game of Thrones locations before heading back to the airport, via a public bus.

I didn’t much use my embryonic Spanish, but it was good to be able to to try the odd phrase, and pick out the odd word spoken in Spanish. Hopefully by Majorca 2020 I’ll have a slightly wider range of phrases to call upon.

And a few words about Ryan Air – one hears bad things about them, and this was our first flight with them. So a sample size of one trip is not statistically significant, but I liked the simplicity and efficiency of the whole experience. Lets be honest, air travel is not the glamorous experience that the ’50s and ’60s promised; it is simply a means of getting from A to B as quickly as possible.  Their was no faux luxury, the stewards looked a little harassed and tired, but they loaded us on the jet quickly – no faffing about – and got us in the air and to our destination swiftly. It was just like getting the bus to Palafrugell, a means to an end, I was happy with that. (And I’m now a big fan of just having carry on luggage – significantly less queuing outbound, and waiting to pick up bags on landing – a big win.)

A fantastic few days in my new favourite city. Becky’s blog has a much more detailed account of the trip and many more pictures. Worth a look:

http://dotsandspotsdesign.blogspot.com/2019/11/girona.html

 

Lisa Stansfield

Pic of the week 27/10/19

No need to go around the world – in Friday we just had to pop up the A39 to Bath to see Lisa Stansfield.

It was a foul night – the rain poured and the wind howled, Bath Rugby were playing at home so parking was not easy, but by shortly after eight we were sat in the Bath Forum, waiting for the girl from Manchester.

She (and the band!) were great. Of course, she belted out the big hits: Around the World, and People Hold On, but many of her tracks were not as familiar to me as they might have been, but a few bells rung in my memory and the band were fantastically funky – not a million miles (although a good few!) from JTQ.

I must confess to a few doubts as the night drew closer – would it be worth it? She was, doubts were unfounded, a great night out.

Other news:

On Thursday passed his driving theory test.

Today (Sunday) he (Sam) snagged himself a full weekend ticket to Glastonbury, and I got myself a Sunday ticket.

After an autumn of rain – and two very wet & windy days on Friday and Saturday – today dawned to a beautiful, if cold, sunshine, a lovely day. Ran in double layers and gloves (needed them!) and spent some time this afternoon tidying the garden (a bit) and planting some daffodil bulbs. The nights are drawing in – clocks went back last night – it’s not yet 5pm and already the light is waning. Good job we are off to Girona tomorrow for a little bit of warmth and culture!

Here’s Lisa:

 

 

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We soldier on

Pic of the week 20/10/19

It’s been a tough, tiring week. The pension crisis rumbles on at school – I do think that this is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do professionally.  Not only is it absorbing a significant amount of time (I reckon and extra half a day’s work a week) and head-space, just trying to accommodate the wants and wishes of circa 250 people is  so difficult. This Saturday was “video-gate”, when someone objected to the recording of the Head’s Q & A session.  All rather unnecessary, and another few hours lost for good.  I have made the decision to stand down as Common room Chair once the pensions crisis has run its course – I have lost the energy, ambitions and ideas I had for the role, and (sadly) I have lost a little bit of love for my colleagues.

On Friday I went on a school trip to Oxford – hence the pic of the Anthony Gormley statue. A reasonable day out, but a long way to go to look around a couple of colleges in the cold – the cold, that was my most noticeable element of the day.  Made me look forward all the more to our few days in Girona in ten days time.

Yesterday, Becky & Sam went to see Becky’s granny in Cornwall, she’s not been too good of late.

Today, I was swapped from my morning game in the Bridgwater district league to act as Assistant Referee in Somerset FA U16 v Dorset FA U16 – at age 50 I was the youngest of the three officials.  I think our combined age was more than that of either team on the pitch.

Half term in two and a half days – I can’t wait!

El bambino es un perro de booze

Pic of the week 13/10/19

So Sam had his first encounter with gin yesterday, and lost.

Out with his pals in Shepton yesterday, I got a text at circa 8.30 pm – can you pick me up? (He was supposed to have got the bus, bit had missed the last one.)

The smell of booze in the car was intense. He fell asleep on the short journey home. Under the white light of his mother’s interrogation, looked green. He took himself off to bed.

This morning he was woken, ready to go to work. Oh what a sorrowful, pitiful sight! I ended up calling in sick on his behalf and he shuffled back off to bed.

We’ve all been there, schadenfreude is a wonderful thing, and (out of his eye-line) I had to suppress the odd chuckle. He’s mopped all day, “I’ve learnt my lesson” – well, time will tell!

 

Other news – it continues to be wet, wet, wet and more rain is forecast for tomorrow. Cleaned the deck in a break in the rain this afternoon, unable to mow the lawn which is beginning to reach “untidy” heights. Weather warning for more rain tomorrow – will it ever end?

Stuff

Pic of the week 6/10/19

My muse has deserted me of late, and I struggle to think of what to write.

Possibly because – whilst not quite overwhelmed – “the pension scandal” has come to dominate my time and thoughts over the last two weeks. A week last Friday I chaired a staff meeting to discuss ways forward and it would be polite to say the atmosphere was febrile. Whilst I appreciate that the ire and anger was not directed at me, I did feel like I was the lightning rod for the staff’s displeasure, and sat in front of 100+ angry people was not a pleasant place to be.

But everything looks better the next day. And even better a week or so down the line. The staff remain confused, upset and determined, and whilst it (our proposed withdrawl from TPS) still takes up a significant amount of time, I feel more rested and more on top of the other aspects of my work than this time last week.

The weather’s not been brilliant – its been a wet early autumn thus far – but today has been bright, if blowy. I enjoyed ref-ing Puriton v Huntspill in the Bridgwater Sunday league (terrible pitch, mind. (Puriton R.O.F) Narrow, and I think used for grazing sheep Monday to Saturday, and football only on a Sunday. A marked contrast from the carpet of Kingweston Pitch 1 that I was on yesterday.) and my game yesterday (U16A v Dorset Schools) two good games, no dissent, a perfect sorbet for the mind.

Mowed the lawn today, “vinegared” the front gravel (much to the annoyance of Becky) and failed to get Sam a Glastonbury ticket this morning.

Life rumbles on, but with a lighter step than a week ago.