The last day of freedom. Tomorrow I'll be back at health school, trying to get the bit of paper that says I'm qualified to do the job I've been doing for the past 12 years. Actually, it's long overdue but it was only in 2008 it became possible to get work experience credited and only take the theory part of the training. The other option has been to start again as a trainee on a trainee salary and spen 8 months in work experience as well as 6 months at school, so it's not so bad. I'll be finished in March. What has been a suprise is how much I've hated school. I've always thought of myself as the lazy, intellectual type but sitting still and concentrating for 6 hours a day has me crawling up the wall, hanging from the ceiling and howling at the moon. It's brought a greater undrstanding of ADD/ADHD children and their problems. I get so restless and bad tempered, sleep poorly and loose concentration. These last 2 weeks have been a real balm for the soul, not least because I discovered this forum. Oh well, only 2 months and 4 exams left. (Excuse me a moment: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH) That helped, as does listening to Jethro Tull just now.
It's been a nice day. My daughter had her 21st birthday yesterday, which she spent with her Mum and that side of her family, so today we went out for lunch and a bit of shopping. Astrid was helpful in advising me on the purchase of a digital camera, so there may even be a picture of me online at some point, although when I put a piccy on a network site in Denmark, the hits on my profile dried up. I freely admit that I'm "a fellow....who never looks in his glass for love of what he sees there" (Henry V) but I ain't Quasimodo. Of course, the big problem will be the technical. I'm not good with gadgets and gizmos and the smaller they are the worse it gets, so you might be spared yet.
Ah well, an hour until bedtime, so I'm going to tune into BBC Radio 7 and listen to The Goon Show, the programme that inspired Monty Python. If you want to hear a young John Cleese, get onto 7's A-Z site and find "I'm sorry I'll read that again" from 1969 or thereabouts. Great fun.
"What larks, Pip! What larks!"
(Uh innit early in America!)