March

The first day of March. Although we are not quite through it, the English winter of 2022/2023 has been pretty mild and bearable. There has also been very little rain to speak of and as a consequence our vegetable plot is proving quite easy to dig over. In some past years each spadeful of soil has been heavy because of water-logging. Our soil has a high clay content and tends to retain water easily but this year it seems quite light and friable - easy to break up.

In the next week or so I plan to open up a couple of our compost bins in order to enrich the earth where our vegetables grow. We are quite fervent about composting and save just about everything that can be composted from potato peelings to the contents of our vacuum cleaner.

A few years back I was horrified to discover that most teabags are made from a fine plastic mesh and not biodegradable  paper as I had naively imagined. For years I had been putting used teabags in our compost bins. Thereafter we would empty the contents of old teabags into our compost bins and resign the empty plastic mesh bags to our household waste bin that is collected by the local council every two weeks.

However, two years ago the Sainsburys supermarket chain dispensed with plastic mesh in their "Red Label" brand teabags and so we switched to them. It's nice to put these new paper bags into our compost knowing that they will rot down easily in the bins without having to consider the plastic issue. By the way, I also wonder how much micro-plastic residue I must  have ingested over the years through drinking gallons of tea effectively filtered through plastic mesh bags. Teabag manufacturers kept that one very quiet indeed probably realising that openness and full disclosure would affect sales.

British people drink a lot more tea than North Americans. We average two to three mugs a day so the number of teabags we use is significant in most households.

Frances is heading down to London early tomorrow morning and her husband Stew is off to France  for four days on a stag-do adventure that will involve skiing and snowboarding in The Alps. Consequently, Little Miss Phoebe is currently asleep at our house. She will be in the same cot tomorrow night too. It is both a privilege and a joy to be hands-on grandparents like this and you may not believe this but we love her more than tea.



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PT

 After a few days of PT, here are my thoughts

The body can do amazing things. Even mine. I am being taught. My ego has been emptied. 

Let people help you. I will say it again. Let people help you. 

Pride will leave you as soreness replaces it

I’m exhausted but content knowing hope isn’t lost. 

I’ve never slept better

Depression and anxiety are still present. Lessening daily. 

I’m having to take on less. I can’t multitask. I shouldn’t be ashamed of this. 

Mind and body have become my sole focus

God sees me even when I don’t see Him. He is present. 

I hate being selfish, but again I can’t multitask. It takes almost all my energy to tend to my body right now. 

Love you all. 



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So What Happens Now?


Last night the tutor of the level 4 Counselling course FaceTimed our group to discuss if we wanted to move forward in our training come September. 
She was pragmatic, cheerful and helpful 
And She has given me quite a lot to think about today.
A day that I’m feeling rough after my fourth covid jab.

I’m 61 this year. 
And I’m finding the rigours of nursing just a bit too much after forty years in the role.
I have a mortgage to pay for until I am 70 and bills and expenditure is on the rise.
And so I needed a plan.
And that plan, originally, was to retrain to be a qualified counsellor.
There is an outlay for this endeavour, which I may or not get help with, 
There is the academic challenge too , as well, as I know I have to work hard to get on top of all things Uni.
But then you add to this all of the doubts of self belief 
Can I cut the mustard as a counsellor? 
Can I do it?

The “ new” tutor clearly outlined the “ checks” in the course that ensure you are fit for the role.
In all of the 100 hours skills practice I have to do with real clients I have to pay for intensive clinical supervision every month. More if I require it. 
This supervision is not cheap and is an incredibly stringent safety check of my potential competence 
Added to this in year one and two I will have to pay for my own counselling experience.
A journey which is necessary if you are to practice 
But a journey which has its own worries and it’s own challenges.

There are two of us, in my present group that are older students.
Both of us on journeys we didn’t expect in our sixties.
We looked at each other at the end of last night’s tutorial and smiled gently together

“ Are you going for it ?” Donna mouthed
I’m going to try” I mouthed back

And try I will



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