January To-Do List

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We all have these. Mine is thankfully quite short, especially because I've decided I haven't got time to make marmalade this year. So it doesn't even make it onto the list. Here goes:

1. Amalgamate my emails into one app, because it's getting out of hand, now that I am a trustee, and an association lead, and an interim headteacher, and an author, and a radio broadcaster (I know!).

2. Get rid of unwanted subscriptions. Just the one in fact and it's my Green Party membership. My journey with them has finally come to an end. I'm a leader, working in the education sector, and the safeguarding of children and young people is my bread and butter. That and supporting children (children!) to flourish as they navigate childhood and adolescence. Seeing Carla Denyer and Sian Berry isolated in their continuing obsession with puberty blockers was the clarion call I needed. Couple this with the fact that all four Green MPs voted in favour of the Assisted Dying Bill alongside Caroline-end-of-life-doula-Lucas banging the drum for that most horrific of acts to be built into our legal system.  I'm just on a different side of the river now. Maybe I always was. 

3. Line up a plumber - why is this one of life's insurmountables?

4. Eat an orange in the shower. And if you want to know more, you'll have to keep an eye on the Suffolk Sound schedule, because next time I'm on you'll be getting an update on all that*. 

Happy New Year everyone. Look after the young, and the vulnerable, and enjoy your oranges, wherever or however you decide to eat them. 

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*Oh go on then. Here's a little snippet if you can't wait that long. Oranges are not the only fruit...



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