Tuesday 08 December
Another very foggy and frosty start to the day. A day of battling through to make the tricky situation we are all finding ourselves in manageable. It’s hard to focus on much else at the moment. And the aim, I have resigned myself to, is to just get through.
For once, I am not looking to shake things up or change things round. I just want the next seven days of work to be as calm and uneventful as possible. I think I could talk for the whole teaching profession right now by saying “Give me seven days of boring. Please.”
But that doesn’t take away what a fantastically noble profession teaching is. None of that is erased. Indeed when I look at what we have coped with this year and the massive contribution we have all made to the greater good. The world’s teachers can hold their heads up and puff their chests out.
I received a copy of my mum’s revised care plan this evening from the care home she lives at. On the whole, the carers there are an equally amazing group of professionals that do a job that I would struggle with. There were a few lines in the plan that made my brother and sister and me realise what stock we come from.
Mum, despite her age and dementia, likes to sit at the dinner table to eat her dinner. She has admirable manners and is courteous. Traits that we all recognise in ourselves that have developed in us because they were modelled so naturally by our parents. They are the most important teachers.
The first vaccinations were delivered to UK citizens today. A 90 year old woman in Coventry had the first of a double dose that is split three weeks apart. Thousands of others followed today across the country. The UK was the first nation to start vaccinating.
The Bald Birder 