Pic of the week 12/1/20
Its not been a cold autumn & winter, but its been a wet one and its only mid January so there is still much bleak weather to come.
But I can’t help but sense Spring may be on its way. Its 4.30 pm as I type and its still not dark – what a difference that makes. And there are lots of bulbs poking their heads up already. Still a while ’til they’ll flower, but they provide a sense of hope, of better days to come. I often think it is these green shoots that are the main joy of the daffodil, rather than their yellow flowers (but I like them too.)
Its been a busy first week back at school, and I’m back in on dining room duty in 45 mins, so not a long post today. Sophie went back to Reading on Thursday, I received the report from my referee assessment last Saturday (all good – “above standard expected”) and the luxury of time is a distant and ever fading memory. I hope the week coming won’t be so busy for me (last week I had a pensions meeting and was involved in three interviews for the Director of Football) and I do like the rhythm and routine of school life, but I can’t help but feel the balance isn’t right: either full on (term time) or full off (holiday time.) Oh well, nothing I can do about that, so no point dwelling on it.