Today – h’m – went out soon after nine, scurried round the library (how I think I’ll have time to read eight books in three weeks with Christmas intervening, I don’t know), then to the supermarket, where I had a voucher for £10 off if I spent £70, then to the petrol station – I was quite near the wire there, told I had 35 miles-worth of diesel, it took 49.something litres, wouldn’t have driven to Norwich and back – and by then it was 10.50 and we were meeting Russell’s sister at noon. I had time to unload the shopping and we set off, only five minutes later than planned and we were in the restaurant ten minutes early. As was June. Splendid. Ronan joined us at the time specified. Excellent.
I had a letter waiting for me when I arrived at school last night. A lad has done something very silly. He’s written to apologise, not given excuses, but has made commitments for the future. He sounds desperately penitent. And that’s at least enough, possibly an indiscreet amount of information. And there’s the rub. I know my blogging has been a bit perfunctory of late. I have wanted to share so much with you, but it isn’t possible. I google myself and find out more than I expect to be in the public domain, and it’s not hard to find me here. I have a distinctive name and Z isn’t much protection. I’m pretty open about myself, though only to the extent I wish to be, but there’s a lot I would like to talk about that I may not.
For instance, there has been an ongoing *situation.* One of our Headteacher candidates had to be offered a place to stay and the school booked him in at a fairly local, though not immediately local, hotel. He stayed two nights and considered staying a third, but eventually didn’t, asked if there was any cancellation charge and was told there wasn’t, and left. The school was charged for the third night. Some toing and froing, then I was involved, wasn’t able to speak to the manager at the time, emailed him, emailed him again nine days later, phoned again, got the ‘I was on the point of dealing with it’ reply – yes, it’s sorted, he was very polite and so was I. But I can’t talk about it, obviously.
And this keeps happening. And life is very interesting and engaging, but I can’t tell you. So the ‘sorry I haven’t been blogging but I can’t say what’s taken my time’ post is not interesting to write or to read. But I love blogging and I love to engage with you all. So I think I’m going in another direction for a while. It’ll probably be ok over Christmas, but then I’ll be back to school, and I don’t exaggerate when I say I’m consistently busier than I have been in over 25 years of school governorship.
At times, initially when there’s been stuff I haven’t wanted to talk about, I have reminisced about my childhood and my dogs and family and so on, and it’s been well received. I’ve a shocking memory for things that happened way back, but there is a lot that I could dredge up if I were to try. So I think that’s what I’ll do for a while. After Christmas, however.