Friday, May 01, 2009





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.