it smells of spring
Time passes so quickly, it is a little bit terrifying. I actually wrote this post last Friday... but then time got away with me. I went for a walk after an early dinner, it smelled of spring - and burnt tyres, cannabis and dog poo, welcome to the delights of city living. I measure my life in weekends now, even though I rather enjoy my work at the moment. I am still covering for a sick colleague and will do for a while but there are two exciting career development opportunities just around the corner and I still buzzing after our last podcast recording, which went very well. I found out that James was offered College places for two sport coaching courses he applied for and he chose not to mention it, nor did he act on it. The College has now withdrawn the offers. I am no longer angry, just bewildered. He can of course stay at school for a final year but considering his latest report card, I am concerned it will be a frustrating year for us all, but most of all for James. On Friday mor
