home alone

 A slow and indulgent Saturday, I began to watch the most recent series of The Crown with out worry of interruption or disdain, A has that teenager eye roll down. I also looked up some things for an application. Did a bit of gardening and a lovely nap. I was invited out for a meal and enjoyed a very nice bit of beef with a glorious gravy. Sunday was not dissimilar but A came home with her victory and scabbed knee and we watched 2 films, one very silly one and one more highbrow. 

I got a rejection email on Monday, which I wasn't completely surprised by. A place that I suspect is after a well established Head who wants to stay there until they retire. Came with a House too, and they had a lot of applications. The next day I got an invite for another chat, which I was a bit confused by as I'd already had one chat with that agency but it linked to job I really fancy. It went ok, I didn't feel very positive by the end. I don't know if I'm going to be taken through to the next step yet. 

A has been fluctuating between stress and no stress, with her mocks just over a week away she is doing a classic of saying she's studying and not really doing it. So with BigA away we have had some good movie nights, food and bemoaning the lack of chocolate in the house. Which is why we resolved to go to the shops again! And some sensible study too. 

Friday was swimming gala, our last one and it was quite emotional at times. A did really well and the atmosphere was fantastic. I then had my first 1-2-1 coaching session for my course which went really well and I really like my coach. She was very positive about my chances of getting a headship too. 

Then I went off to a party followed by some poker. Today I have to get up and into work for day 3 of our middle leader training. The last time I'll do it here. It's a lot of 'last times' but actually it's really helping me say goodbye and feel very appreciative of what I have here. I'll miss it all hugely. 

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