Record

After a three day weekend, a day of training meant that I didn’t have to get up at normal work time. Awful traffic meant I wished I had set off earlier but not at my usual time. A day of thinking, reading and discussing was followed by a return to school to our weekly team meeting and another meeting after that so back with a vengeance.

Home to Bailey via the shop and the i was the least worse option of paper to mark yesterday’s events. Two more jobs ticked off after tea and a reading conversation with a friend and colleague who finished my book number twenty-seven this evening. Definitely a book that is improved by talking to someone else about it.