It was icy and road conditions were difficult, but I got to MIND early, had a zoom meeting with my supervisor then saw clients until three.
My head was full, so I dropped into the one and only Starbucks ( something I never do ) for a coffee, ham something and a self debrief.
The coffee house was filled by women and girls on laptops.
I sat and made mental notes about my clients, that way you leave the emotions they share with you at the door. Having Said this there is always the moment you can pick those emotions up and that’s a real no no Human , but a no no.
If you have a headache after facilitating therapy, you need to roll the emotions out away from yourself
The coffee and ham sandwich helped.
So did the self debrief.
An open window left screamingly open in the icy air clears the head too.
I bought coffee logs from Lidl and cheap scented candles from the reduced price shelf beforehand but the bustle didn’t help my reboot , so Starbucks here’s to you, no blaring music, quiet corners to hide away in
Few screaming kids
I watched the Baristas and thought about the fires in California
A sequence where some homeowners were leading their horses to safety amid a flurry of sparks only to be “interviewed” by an over zealous insensitive reporter came to mind
It’s a mad world
Having said this, this reported showed much welcomed humanity when coming across a young man fleeing his burning house with hardly anything…..
After a rather lacklustre Archers episode, I marshalled the Welsh and took them out of the living room front door for a wee walk.
I thought I had shut the door behind us
The lane was dangerously icy, and in the dark we had to shelter in Trendy Carol’s drive to let some farm traffic to roar through. The dogs weed on patches of snow by the sheep gate on tip toe and as I waited, Roger barked at something towards the cottage, something in the dark as the lane light was still out of order.
Tottering into view came the twins.
Wide eyed and panicked on their first venture outside
I hurried back, fearful of more traffic, and let Roger pull forward
He dropped his head and Bun quickly rubbed it with hers
And both kittens followed Roger home as me and Mary brought up the rear
My friend Colin came over from Liverpool last night and we drank wine, ate a Chinese takeaway and gossiped. He’s a true cat person so Bun and Weaver made a bee line for him.
I was jealous
This afternoon I went to the Mostyn Gallery to see the works by Greek painter Apostolos Georgiou
After popping into Waterstones I met my friends Ben and Ruth for lunch at Providero ( soup to die for ) and left earlyish to get home before the snow warning
