Working from home today, still feeling like I have cotton wool between my ears instead of grey matter.
Managed to do the round-up of education news from today's papers for teachers, but it was awful hard going – and I don't think the result ranks terribly highly among my writings…
Everyone's back at work now, and the office is buzzing. Well, showing signs of life at least. People are picking up where they left off on December 23rd and asking each other how their break was, and I'm feeling cheated.
It was my choice to work the 27th, 30th and 31st – I could have had two weeks off and returned to work next Monday, but I wouldn't have got paid by anyone during that time, and it's a fair whack of cash to miss out on. But the upshot is that I feel like I didn't have a break, just a few odd moments snatched here and there.
I know this one… slowly but surely my back's been starting to play up over the last few days. On past form, if it continues like this, walking will be pretty difficult by the middle of next week. (
I found the firefighters poll: it's here. There's also another showing the Lib Dems homing in on the Tories. If we can manage to overtake them, even by a little, then it will start to snowball. Our biggest problem is always the credibility thing. If people believe we have a chance, they support us.
On which note, the Chiswick AGM went well last night. Elizabeth Mersom hosted it – the first time I've met her. Remarkable woman – 89 years young, still a regular leaflet deliverer, and just back that evening from some meeting or other in Islington that she appeared to have been running herself. The tone of the meeting was encouraging for the future – I think things will rapidly start to get moving there.
I see Professor Gunther von Hagens, the bloke who created the BodyWorlds exhibition – lots of preserved dead bodies displayed in poses, with basketballs and horses and so on – has come up with a new trick. He's planning a live autopsy before a ticket-paying audience – the organs will be passed round among them after being removed. Apparently he's not licenced to do it, and the art gallery where it's happening isn't licenced to be used, so Her Majesty's Inspector of Anatomy (love the job title) is threatening him with the police.
Is it just me? I know people loved BodyWorlds, but I think he must be sick in the head. He says death shouldn't be the exclusive preserve of experts and doctors, which is perfectly fair and true. But I say it also shouldn't be a sideshow, a vaudeville performance designed to titillate. And as for the audience… ghouls.