Reflections to be written are lining up in my head.Need to be written down.
Have been doing this for years.
LONG before blogs and computers were invented.
I carry little note books.
Have 30 years of them.
Many of the thoughts -
most of them,
never get to be clicked here.
I store all the little books.
All dated, some A5, most much smaller.
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Today 1985
I started employment at Romford YMCA.
I went to a funeral on the 1st of May.
Aunty Mary was buried on 1st May 1985.
So I did not work on my first day.
I looked around in this big building
eleven floors high
sports hall, gym, catering, squash courts
large.
I didn't want their office.
I wanted to be at the heart
in the centre
close to humans.
Not stuck upstairs out of the way -
out of the action way.
I spotted a little storeroom
right next to the coffee bar.
It was cleared out.
I filled it with
my Juke Box
My Pin-table top
desk
chair
and Mo my PA
and me.
In that order.
I was responsible for humans.
Dropping in became their habit.
Wondrous conversations
befriending
sharing
tears ...................
I always worked until midnight
(a was off duty afternoons)
late nights always the best.
Late night movie clips
followed by discussion -
they called it arguing.
Then ...................
I crawled up to our family flat on the second floor and I loved it loved it.
