Walking Thoughts

  Tomorrow would have been my mum Ann's 80th birthday. Ann arrived in 1946, into a Britain that was still busy putting itself back together with optimism, tea, and an alarming amount of concrete. She was raised in her grandfather's house on what was then the largest public housing estate in the country. To those who had come from London's poorest streets, it might as well have been a palace. Not because it had chandeliers - although a reliable indoor toilet can sometimes feel like one, but because it represented something almost magical: the belief that ordinary people deserved decent homes. Three generations lived beneath that roof, together with enough relatives to ensure that nobody's business remained exclusively their own. Her grandfather had served in the First World War. Her father's own father never came home and still lies in Gaza over a century later. Her father lived separately with his mother until Ann was fourteen, when the family were reunited in new s...

  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 ...