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Concerning Last Night.
2 Sep 2011 22:35Just waiting for some computer house-keeping to finish...
Last night was the bi-monthly police Community Engagement Meeting. We missed the last one due to the stresses and strains of The Move, so we felt duty bound to attend...
The meetings are still held at the school just across the playing fields from Number 99. My former home. The taxi went past the door. I took a look - the first time I've seen the house since I locked the door two and a half months ago...
I could have broken down in tears, but I didn't. The house looks fine, with a new garden gate, and new windows for what was my bedroom. The place is being lived in, and that's fine by me.
Even so, I'd be happy for the meeting to move to a more central venue, to encourage more local people to attend. Seven or so out of thousands isn't exactly what I'd call "community engagement".
Meanwhile... I'm picking up the pieces from my embarrassing admission that yes, I utterly failed to make good on my Mission 101 promise. The bookbinding plan did rather stumble at one of the last hurdles, but I can make good on that this weekend, spare time permitting - there is, I must admit, still tidying and sorting left to do post-Move. It would be nice to have a weekend that's not overshadowed by all that...
At least some woodwork jobs have been dealt with by the necessary professionals. The office window is sorted, all (or most) of the windows now open properly, and no killer winds have been driving me to seek shelter elsewhere, and the step just outside the bathroom door is now presentable again.
Not the most thrilling news, I know, but sometimes, it's good to have a quiet day. Next weekend will be anything but - and I must charge up some batteries for the camera.
Last night was the bi-monthly police Community Engagement Meeting. We missed the last one due to the stresses and strains of The Move, so we felt duty bound to attend...
The meetings are still held at the school just across the playing fields from Number 99. My former home. The taxi went past the door. I took a look - the first time I've seen the house since I locked the door two and a half months ago...
I could have broken down in tears, but I didn't. The house looks fine, with a new garden gate, and new windows for what was my bedroom. The place is being lived in, and that's fine by me.
Even so, I'd be happy for the meeting to move to a more central venue, to encourage more local people to attend. Seven or so out of thousands isn't exactly what I'd call "community engagement".
Meanwhile... I'm picking up the pieces from my embarrassing admission that yes, I utterly failed to make good on my Mission 101 promise. The bookbinding plan did rather stumble at one of the last hurdles, but I can make good on that this weekend, spare time permitting - there is, I must admit, still tidying and sorting left to do post-Move. It would be nice to have a weekend that's not overshadowed by all that...
At least some woodwork jobs have been dealt with by the necessary professionals. The office window is sorted, all (or most) of the windows now open properly, and no killer winds have been driving me to seek shelter elsewhere, and the step just outside the bathroom door is now presentable again.
Not the most thrilling news, I know, but sometimes, it's good to have a quiet day. Next weekend will be anything but - and I must charge up some batteries for the camera.
