Missing again, sorry. All the blogs about blogs tell you that consistency in posting is the key. I am pretty sure though that the writers of blogs about blogs did not spend last weekend dealing with ambulances called because Aged Parent had possibly taken an accidental overdose of controlled drugs and then spent the next four days trying to get an already overstretched Social Care system to change her Care Plan so that drugs are administered by carers. Arrrgh. So sorry, not sorry. For the record, we are pretty sure she didn’t take too many controlled drugs but just between you and me, I am fairly certain that she took 50% of her course of antibiotics in two days rather than the prescribed week. She seems fine though and if you can find it in your heart to forgive the fact that her easy come-easy go approach to antibiotics may mean that she is single-handedly responsible for all outbreaks of antibiotic-resistant infections in the future, I would be really grateful.
Aged Parent is, as usual, completely unrepentant and unbothered by the possibility that she may have misunderstood the situation. See thus…
Anyhow one of those Ambulance drivers was very hoity-toity with me. The trouble is now that all the NHS staff are stinking rich. What with all that money that the old bloke with the walker earned for them. They don’t have to bother now.
Other than that, we had a visit from FOW2 which was all lovely and we were all very sensible. As it was HOH’s birthday, the plan was for five of us to eat in the courtyard at Wildwood but, as Plymouth weather had decided not to play ball we ate inside and, although I know there are no guarantees, it all seemed very careful and clean and distanced.
Not much else to report apart from work etc. I have gone to bed and tucked my head under the sheet to read. (Not easy when you are blowing in and out of a paper bag to try and stay calm).
Both books are about feminism/equality/leadership – you get the drift. They are quite different though. Equality is Biblical by Pen Wilcock is a scholarly book. It is short but densely packed and I read it twice. She’s really good on how much of our belief is tied up in what our ancestors told us rather than received Biblical wisdom. There’s a frankly inspiring chapter about women leaders in the early church- Hilda of Whitby, Hildegard of Bingen, Dame Julian of Norwich and Margery Kemp. All fine figures of women leaders with good stout names as well. (Also inspiring because a couple of them are not spring chickens either). Also good is the Chapter on Paul which, while not ignoring the “women be silent” elephant in the pulpit, shows his total acceptance of women leaders in the church at the time. All this alongside pages which connect some of our theology back to the Spanish Inquisition – which I didn’t expect. (You’ll either get that or you won’t). This is definitely a thinky read. I never make very detailed notes. I either lose them or read them back and can’t make head nor tail of ’em but I made some here. I also found it a bit emotional because I recognised a lot of what I was taught as a child/young person and it may well have been balderdash. Who knew?
Ready to Rise is the latest book by Jo Saxton who is a leadership coach, podcast host, speaker etc. I had been watching her on Instagram when the Black Lives Matter movement first exploded and she is very impressive. I have to say up-front that I am not sure that this book is for me. It is a call to arms for women to step into their leadership calling and area of influence. I think that particular ship may have sailed for me, but I recognised a lot in it. She looks at workplace harassment, sexism and power battles. She has experience being the only woman at a top table and how difficult that is. I always hesitate to say that this is for you if you are young because I am convinced that a calling to be what you are meant to be can come at any time but if you have the energy and the drive this is an excellent support manual.
Righty-ho. Off to eat a Magnum on the balcony. Only ordinary I’m afraid. There are no Mint ones left. More proof, if proof were needed, that 2020 is turning out to be one disappointment after another.