Julia went for a job interview yesterday. It’s been on the cards for a few months but I haven’t said anything about it in case I jinxed it.
She is now head of a local garden project, working for MENCAP. It’s three days a week, there are very few facilities and it’s going to be hard work. Her first act after being told she had the job was to conscript a new volunteer, so for three days a week I will be sharing her limited facilities and doing my best to do as little as possible.
Be fair, it’s one thing working hard when you’re being paid, but if I’m doing it for nothing I’ll be looking to do a lot of tea drinking, leaning on tools and sounding wise. I’ll probably also be stalking butterflies, photographing flowers and thinking of excuses to sneak into West Bridgford. There’s a specialist OXFAM Bookshop in West Bridgford.
I’m actually looking forwards to it, as there’s only so much daytime TV a man can take. I’m getting out a bit more at the moment, which is making me feel better, but it will be good to get some proper structure back in my week.
I’ll leave it there for now, just wanted to announce the news. It’s good to be doing something again, even if I’m working in the shadow of my wife and being shamelessly exploited by the Big Society. That’s the political Big Society, the one where I volunteer and politicians get paid. Wish I’d thought of that.
It’s tempting to start a Big Society of my own, devoted to sitting round, annoying doctors and searching out exotic cake recipes.
Look at that, I’ve only returned to work in a theoretical sense and I’m already turning lazy, cynical and surly.
It’s better than the alternative, which is slowly becoming unemployable, watching daytime TV and turning into a vegetable.