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Date: 19 May 2007 07:22:02
On Wednesday, I talked to the counsellor. This was a preliminary session, intended to find out whether a series of sessions would be helpful. It was an exhausting, but quite hopeful experience, to try to piece together, with somebody listening, the jigsaw of how I arrived at this place. I won't say that it was an immense relief, because, as I said to the counsellor, I see the problems as difficult to solve (even here there is progress - then I called them intractable). There is a time factor here - I have to wait some weeks before counselling can start.
Now we have a long week-end. For some reason lost in the mists of time, we get Monday and Tuesday off, calling it Victoria Day. I often observe jokingly that it allows us to attend some sessions of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland, which is always the same week (not that I have ever done so).
And yesterday, I visited St Pixels; it strikes me as an amazing place; even daughter came along (though I'm not entirely sure of the wisdom of introducing a 10 year old to an Internet chatroom). I was impressed by the design - who ever would have thought of having a quiet place in a chatroom?
Perhaps I need to get a life - I read here of visits to great cathedrals, to pubs, to exhibitions - but it is hard just now to get out of the rut of there always being too much to do at work and at home - and being already too tired to do properly what needs to be done. We are going out this evening, back to the Brunton Theatre, this time as a family, to see an amateur production of "Annie". Three of us will be sitting at the back, while daughter will sit on her own at the front - she wouldn't have been able to see from the back.