Weaver & Roger’s Little Game

 

The game started on Saturday when I started nights 

I went to bed in the afternoon with Mary and Bun then joining us, frightened to be left out.

Weaver stood guard at the top of the stairs with narrow eyes

Roger was sat on the kitchen table watching the comings and goings in the lane

I almost fell asleep

But then Roger started his usual gallop up the stairs in a clumsy effort to join in.

Roger hasn’t quite mastered staircases, even at the robust age of 5 

He still sorts of runs at one full pelt and hopes for the best

And this time as he almost reached the top, legs spinning wildly, tongue lolloping out of the side of his mouth , when…

Weaver jumped out at him and chased him back down the staircase with a manical yowl and a paw swipe.

This pattern started to repeat itself again and again 

Dog versus cat

With cat winning every time

I had no sleep

They had the very best of times, and gasped like tired children at a garden party by the time I left for work

Like Roobarb and Custard on a repeat time frame.

Camp As Christmas

Next month I take my sister Janet to see the ballet Romeo and Juliet at the Royal Opera House. We are having lunch at the Opera House Cafe and so I think we need to dumb down the night before with a touch of camp. 

What could be better than a romp through the musical Titanique? 

I booked tickets today

Two very different nights out 

What fun 

 

Food Porn

 Positive thinking, I finished my presentation last night, plowed through the references and made a slow cook beef stew when I got home. I had forgotten the clocks went forward , what fun.

I hardly noticed that Bun and Weaver had spent most of their evening sitting inside the living room cupboards ( don’t ask) and remarkably not one bit of China was broken.

I’m off to bed, enjoy my food porn

Bra Straps

 I didn’t want to go to work yesterday. Having nearly three weeks off has done me good. 

But I did go, and it was incredibly busy.

Today I feel flat with two night shifts ahead and a presentation to finish. Funny how your mood can drop as quickly as it soared. So I went to bed. Mary under one arm Bun on top of me.

Chilli bean soup was bubbling away in the slow cooker when I got up and I cleaned the kitchen with purpose after eating two bowls until my lips went numb.

Bra straps ready pulled

I’m not letting a low mood win today

I’ve packed my study books and aim to finish the presentation on my breaks

I will leave you with this choir who are singing a version of the Finnish Reindeer song so loved by my choir

Gorse

It’s a lovely day in Trelawnyd today. I’m working overtime later and I’m finishing my presentation this morning, but I was out early walking the dogs.

The Gop is covered in golden gorse bushes which are in full bloom.

The hill looks glorious.

My cottage, looks neat and tidy too, I snapped a photo before collecting my McDonald’s porridge

Lou Sanders vs Joe Wilkinson - Naughty Taughty -

This is what we need in blogland right now. 

A bloody good laugh

Last One Laughing is a comedy show on Amazon I believe

I’ve not seen it fully, just relying on clips like this one to enjoy but the premise is simple

Ten comedy performers are locked together and they have to make each other laugh

The last one not to laugh is the winner

A simple parlour game , elevated by some cracking performances and golden pieces of TV 

No wonder the show has gone global

It’s an addictive watch 

This clip is better

Last Therapy

 

I had my last therapy session yesterday

It was my therapists last session before retirement 

The session went over by twenty minutes but neither of us said anything

We shook hands as I got up to leave and we both looked a little tearful 

An 80 year old therapist and her 62 year old client

“Be Happy and confident in what you do “ she said squeezing my hands as my grandmother or auntie 

Glad  would have done 

“I will miss you” I told her honestly 

“ I know” she replied, her old eyes twinkling. 

Reflection

 I’m writing a presentation today on a Gestalt therapeutic intervention 

After this I have one client presentation to write and give and one assignment on diversity in the workplace to complete. 

Then if I have all of my counselling hours in place by May I will graduate.

Three years have shot by and only now, do I feel that I could become an effective counsellor.

So what have I learnt in these years?

I’ve finally understood what a therapeutic relationship is and how, by walking beside someone who is actively engaged in therapy you can reflect and support and help with their ability to change.

I’ve learned to be still and to listen and to use supervision as a tool to learn and to grow

I’ve engaged with my own therapy and used it to understand my own motivations and patterns of behaviour

And I’ve realised the importance of self care, not only within the counsellor/ client relationship but generally in my everyday life

Obviously there are the academic theories and ideas to be added to this list, as well as IT skills and the like 

But I’m a very different person than I was three years ago

I’m kinder

Kinder to myself

I’m having my last personal therapy session this afternoon

Hence the reflection