Last Wednesday we took the key stage 1 children (ages 4-7) to the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool. It was a very full and tiring day but perhaps the highlight was when we walked into one of the rooms and three of the children immediately spotted a large painting in one corner (and try as I might, I can't find it featured on their website).
What attracted their attention was that there were nude men in the painting with their assets very obviously on display.
Within about two seconds, bush telegraph was in operation and there was an immediate flocking of little bodies to that corner, with much giggling, laughing and pointing.
I might add that those members of the public present who were not trampled underfoot in the stampede, were highly amused.
Morning walk
The view across to Wrexham on my walk this morning. In the distance is St Giles' Church.
Half term
A week off school. Time to relax and recharge the batteries...
Except for:
Working in the shop Saturday
Diploma and CBT courses today
Clients on Tuesday
Supervision on Wednesday
Mental Health course on Thursday...
And that's just for starters.
However, the good news is that my contract at school is being extended to Easter, which almost certainly means till July, so I can relax on that front.
Except for:
Working in the shop Saturday
Diploma and CBT courses today
Clients on Tuesday
Supervision on Wednesday
Mental Health course on Thursday...
And that's just for starters.
However, the good news is that my contract at school is being extended to Easter, which almost certainly means till July, so I can relax on that front.
New Therapy related blog
Introducing a new blog which has been recently started by a well-respected, very experienced Person-centred counsellor practising in North Wales. Check it out here. If you are involved or interested in therapeutic counselling, your comments would be welcomed.
Download a free novel
So there you are, living your life, when one day, something snaps and you make a choice that will turn it upside down. New experiences await, maybe not always happy ones, but that's the chance you take and at least now you are living, not just existing. So there's no going back...
Two years ago I took part in the NaNoWriMo competition and duly rattled off a 50,000 word novel, of sorts. Two years later, after extending, developing and generally chopping and changing it, I am now inviting anyone interested to download it here, curl up on the sofa and enjoy the read.
The link is also on my sidebar.
I would appreciate it if, having read it, you would leave me a comment even if it's only to tell me you have read it. This is my 'practice' one. The next one is already in my head and is beginning to appear on the laptop.
Enjoy!
Two years ago I took part in the NaNoWriMo competition and duly rattled off a 50,000 word novel, of sorts. Two years later, after extending, developing and generally chopping and changing it, I am now inviting anyone interested to download it here, curl up on the sofa and enjoy the read.
The link is also on my sidebar.
I would appreciate it if, having read it, you would leave me a comment even if it's only to tell me you have read it. This is my 'practice' one. The next one is already in my head and is beginning to appear on the laptop.
Enjoy!
Retirement
Well folks, just when the muse is failing, TK rides in to the rescue!
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well for example, the other day Harold and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?" He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Harold called him a sh#thead. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus!
We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well for example, the other day Harold and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?" He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Harold called him a sh#thead. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus!
We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
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