As you can see I have once again dispensed with a vaguely imaginative title - in fact after reading the first few paragraphs you’ll be wondering if I’ll ever get to the point. But this blog is not just about caravanning - although that plays a pretty big part. The blog title is the clue, it’s about me, my life and these days meant as more of a personal diary than anything else, but if a few folk enjoy reading it, all the better. The week didn’t start well. On Monday at work our very well respected manager announced his almost immediate departure. I can’t really say more other than pressure from above, one individual in particular. He imparted the news at an informal gathering at the college sports ground that afternoon - everyone was gutted. Since joining in January 2022, he has raised the profile of the department; instituted a number of new schemes and had, personally, been a great help to me on a particular issue regarding my route, despite considerable pressure from above. There wa...
Caravanner, real ale lover, collector of long leather coats. Always dressed in black. Blogging about all the above and more. School minibus driver, 52. Widowed in 2018.