Ross and I watched The Hundred-Foot Journey with Helen Mirren and Om Puri. I suppose that it was cashing in on the success of Marigold Hotel but director Lasse Hallström managed to conjure sentiment without being sentimental.
Things at school are getting tougher.
The second week in June was Optional SATS week. So, five-six weeks before the end of the school year, we do the tests that sum up that year's learning. It still feels odd to me that it happens so early.
It was also the week that I handed in my letter of application for flexible working. I'm aware that I need to be showing that I am looking at my options and taking my situation seriously. I've also been getting the results of the various tests that Dr Hughes organised. The results are as expected in that I don't have any major defects.
Bowel cancer has certainly been ruled out as the cause of my weight loss which is a relief. The proctoscope experience was tolerable but not something I would like to repeat. The endoscope was appalling. My gag reflex kicked in big time and I spent most of the time retching.
So, having ruled out the possible physical causes, I'm now on a diagnosis of clinical depression and, for medication, I've been prescribed Venlafaxine at 150mg. I told the Senior Leadership Team the following day. I also told my sister Linda but used Terry Pratchett's euphemism of "dried frog pills" to describe the meds - she thought my predictive text was playing up.
My PPA went to a meeting with Nikki and Ann Marie. I'm to be "offered" support/assessment of my competence to do my work. There will be observations, book scrutinies and fortnightly feedback. To be honest, it feels intrusive but the school needs to cover its back I guess.
Ross and I watched The Hundred-Foot Journey with Helen Mirren and Om Puri. I suppose that it was cashing in on the success of Marigold Hotel but director Lasse Hallström managed to conjure sentiment without being sentimental.
I met up with a new lad, Kyle, who was very sweet and accommodating. Will probably seem him again.
One of the concert announcements at the beginning of the season that caught my attention was Elgar's Dream of Gerontius. I was hoping for something rather special and it was.
Vasily Petrenko has been making something of a speciality of Elgar while he's been with us. He gets the passion and religious commitment of the man and he reads the music from within a European context rather than merely an English one.
The trio of soloists, Karen Cargill, Toby Spence and Roderick Williams, stalwarts of the British music scene, gave of their best.
The choir sang as if the salvation of their souls depended on it.