Our last day of the trip yesterday consisted of the journey from Hull to home, with a couple of stops at service stations. All went smoothly with the staff and pupils all pretty tired. I am very proud of Davie who helped to make the trip a huge success for the pupil from the CSB. I had a good couple of hours sleep on the bus and I also read my current book. I have been reading "Why be happy when you could be normal" by Jeanette Winterson and it's really good. She had a very difficult relationship with her adoptive mother. One of her suggestions which struck me was about two different types of time. "Linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time, which is not subject to the clock or the calendar, and is where the soul used to live. This real time is reversible and redeemable."
I wish I could believe that, but to me past time is finished for good or for bad, unreachable and unredeemable.
It was lovely to see James again. I think we must quite like each other (as well as love) because we were chatting away nineteen to the dozen about all our adventures this past week. We had a curry (oh my poor tummy) and I felt very happy to be home. My furry boy Jack was very affectionate towards me and was rubbing his head against me as James, Davie and I sat in the garden having a cup of tea.
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