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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Not the post I was going to write

I was going to take some pictures of the old part of London I was in today, but in the end I didn't get the chance to take them.
I had appointments at two teaching agencies. The first, at 10am, was a bit of an unexpected reunion, even though it was, for me, a new agency. A teaching colleague from over 7 years ago sneaked up behind to say hello - he's left the school I was made redundant from back then, just as disillusioned as I was. We had a chat, then met up for lunch later. Then my consultant from the last time I worked with an agency gave me a hug on her way out to see a headteacher with whom I worked while she was a deputy elsewhere (does that make sense?) Things were starting to look up.

The second agency was the one this consultant used to work for, and they too have connections with the school Catherine was visiting. I might be in a strong position to get the best possible pay rates if they have to compete for me!

On the way out, I was literally tripped up by a ridiculous arrangement of the floor, which accommodates wheelchair access by making a dangerous and all-but-invisible 3-inch drop along the edge of the ramp to the exit. I took a tumble, and bashed my head on the door with a resounding thump. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, call the emergency services, I may be lying in a coma!
So, bang (literally) went my ability to wander round taking pictures. It was a cab to the station for me.

Back at home, Catherine called to say the headteacher she'd seen will almost certainly have something for me in September (and would take me on before if I was available). It's a bit further than I would have liked, but still eminently do-able. Relief isn't the word! I couldn't leave you without one pictorial gem I googled - the Staple Inn, High Holborn, which I passed by a couple of times today. It's a 16th century building, so it was standing in the time of Queen Elizabeth I and Shakespeare. It withstood the Great Fire of London. It bears the name "Inn" as in "Inns of Court", not a tavern, and it's where the wool staple was weighed and taxed. It was damaged in WWII but was later restored.


Eliza said...

Ooh..I hope you're feeling Ok now? Cold compress maybe..and a bit of Bobby viewing would probably help too :)

Good news about the job, hope it all works out ok

As for that building, it makes Oxfords little remaining bit of Tudor architecture look a bit insignificant :)

JoJo said...

Oh Val! Your poor head!!!! :( And that would be awesome about the job too! You'll have to go back to that area sometime and shoot the pics for us. Hope you feel better!!

Tess said...

Oh Val! I hope you don't have too much of a headache today.

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