Today, I made it to my supervisor for my first session. As I am now doing a placement - i.e. practising counselling on unsuspecting members of the public, I am now obliged to be supervised. This involves meeting with a supervisor, usually monthly, to discuss my practice. The clients, of course, are never identified.
So, this time, I managed to find my way to the address and there it was, about two feet away from the edge of the canal.
"This will be fun on a dark winter's evening," I thought as I picked my way past the ducks and swans.
The view from the supervisor's room was lovely.
"Of course it's a bit dark in the winter," she said, but there is a security light. But anyway the canal is only waist deep."
Oh, so that's all-right then...!
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5 comments:
I'm sure you'll make a SPLASH with your supervisor, Jenny ! ! ! ;-) I was going to use the phrase 'old duck' but thought better of it considering I value my kneecaps - not that I'm calling you short of course.......merely gravitationally challenged !
Yup...just fine and dandy on a winters evening! :o/
I'll let you know if I ever fall in, Gem!
I think you mean vertically challenged, Craig - we'll discuss it more fully at the course on Saturday. You have been warned!!!
I can confirm, from experience, that canal water is only waist deep. It's the neck deep sediment below you have to worry about!
That makes me feel so much better, SP!
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