Walking Thoughts

  Yesterday, I went to Letchworth WRC it took me back to the place where I had my first job after graduation. Fairfield Hospital was a psychiatric hospital and my role as a medical administrator was to support the team of psychiatrists psychologists and psychiatric nurses. It introduced me to symptoms, diagnosis and treatment plans for mental health. I also encountered the social and personal cost of living with a mental illness. I met with the patients both on the ward as part of their Treatment plans but also socially with those that had freedom outside of the secure ward. When I last visited the area To implement predictive maintenance local pumping stations found that the hospital had become a health club. Yesterday, I was visiting to implement The first phase of capital delivery for environmental protection. And the area again has grown with large housing development. He just gave me so much food for fought for my professional and personal journey. What was your first job and ...

  Anyone else up early thinking about climate change in this heat? Having recently spent time on personal development and being preoccupied with sustainability the intersection of the two is filling my mind as the heat keeps me awake. Sustainability is often considered in terms Water resources, , scopes 1 to 3, embodied carbon, materials, demolition, reuse, the circular economy, biodiversity An environmental protection. We rarely considered how personality types, and their communication preferences, impact carbon footprint.  Yet every email we craft, send, store, forward, and archive has a carbon footprint. Individually tiny, collectively significant; The carbon impact of a single email is tiny, but globally we send hundreds of billions of emails every day. Longer emails, large attachments, unnecessary CCs, and years of retained messages require more storage, transmission, and processing. If you could see "the cloud" from above, it would resemble: Massive warehouse-sized data...

  The verified service and residential records for Private  William Golledge  place his home on  Blurton Road, Lower Clapton  (historically transcribed in some 1901 census index entries as  Blurdon Road ). [1, 2, 3]  He grew up at  27 Blurton Road, Hackney  as a child, and his family continued to live in the  Clapton  area leading up to his enlistment. [2, 4, 5]  Verified Military Service Record Full Name:  William Golledge Rank:  Private Service Number:  421685 (also historically noted under his initial Territorial Force registration as No. 4337) Unit:  1/10th (County of London) Battalion, London Regiment (The  Hackney Rifles ). Theatre of War:  Egyptian Theatre (Palestine Campaign). Status:  Killed in Action on  2 November 1917 . Age at Death:  26 years old. Historical Context:  He fell on the second day of the  Third Battle of Gaza , a major offensive led by Ge...

 I’m not impressed by SHEA water EUSR training. I’ve logged on as required at 8:15 and at 8:23 I’m still staring at a screen with cameras switched off including Clive the trainer. At the same time, there’s a slide up saying that we need our cameras on and no training has started. Otherwise it’s been a lovely day so lovely warm clear sunny day and starting training at 8:15.  means a lovely lie in And a lazy breakfast. Given the training is delivered by zoom so no travel is required by anybody it could easily have started much earlier. It could at least have started on time. Now that I’m in full attendance present and alert, it’s now provided me of a slide that suggest it needs a passport under driving license but also to not walk around. If I’m to get a driving license and a passport, I will need to walk to go get them.

  Nothing to report here it’s just a rainy Tuesday. I’m just your standard single working mother operating  a one-woman private client service infrastructure held together with caffeine, spreadsheets. I am drawn forwards by the sheer force of love, and driven from behind by the repulsive force of the past.  Before work each morning, I ran the one woman band that is a small but committed organisation providing Hospitality taxi and support services to a teenage client sitting 2GCSE exams today, while also managing Type 1 diabetes, which is frankly a full-time job before you even add quadratic equations. So before 8am I had already: checked blood sugars, monitored an overnight hypo, updated the diabetes team, chased a prescription, made breakfast, made sandwiches, located school equipment that was “definitely in my room yesterday,” Then — in a plot twist no one sees coming — I go to my actual full-time professional job. But also with love. Because I can’t take the diabetes a...