We are now into day five of the nonsense about whatever Boris has or hasn’t said about women wearing burkas. Older white man makes derogatory, ill informed comments about what women wear. That’s not news. That’s every day.
I am not belittling the impact- but there is some mischief going on here.
I just finished reading Hillary Clinton’s “What Happened”. It’s not for the feint hearted- analysing loss is an ugly business. But in the midst of the pain she makes a really wise comment about the way the media covered the more outlandish things that Donald Trump said during the campaign. Her view is that it did no further damage to Trump as everyone knew he was a buffoon (my word), but it dominated the news cycle and stopped people talking about real issues for days at a time.
Over the weekend senior economic types (like the head of the Bank of England) talked about the danger of a no deal Brexit. The pound continues to tank. And the media is dominated- not even by a serious piece about …
I popped into school this morning, with the aim of getting
some soundbites (well markerboardbites) about gratitude in preparation for
Sunday’s service (more of that later, or never.. )
It was snowing and so I ended up being a spare pair of hands
with a year five class for an hour. It was a lot of fun- I really enjoy being around
that age range.
As the remnants of the class appeared from bus and abortive
car journeys there were various activities going on in the room; games, a new
dance (called the Floss, which I have already consigned to the pile of
co-ordinated movements that I will never get the hang of), word searches and
It was the drawing that caught my attention. Three girls,
all focused and ready to go were setting themselves a fifteen minute time
limit. “What for?” I asked. “For our princess drawing competition”, came the
Now those of you who know me, will know that a) that made my
soul a little bit sad, and b) how much hard work it was to poker face it…
As some of you will know- I take a month each year to note down what I do every minute (ish) of every day that I work. I do this partly to satisfy my own geekiness, but also to look at the balance of my life in a number of different ways. It helps me to note where I am spending most time- and over the course of the years it has helped me to identify my better working patterns. This year I chose October (if you are clergy never do this in August, December or Easterish). So the headlines: I had at least one day off every week.I still work 54 hours a week (54.3 this year). Its been the same for four years now (over two different jobs)That is still spread over about 5 and a half days a week (5.6)That equates to a full working day of 9 hours and 42 minutes.My average full working day span (from first bit of work to last) is 12 hours and 17 minutes. Be gentle with me if these maths don’t work. I am not a great statistician.
Within that gap between actual work and length of working day there i…