Another ordinary day

Written on August 12th 2010

Written by Karey Morley, 48 year old museum assistant and yoga teacher from Bloxham Oxfordshire

I was woken at 7.45am by my daughter bursting into the bedroom with a tea tray. I thought it was a lovely gesture of her to bring me tea in bed, but I had decided last night before going to sleep, that I would go for an early morning run. Tea is no go for me right now I need to drink some water. At 8am I get up and dressed in running shorts and top, drink some water and have a quick glance at my emails. I presume the computer has already be turned on by Eve. On the way downstairs I stop off in my sons room and ask him if he will be joining me for a run. Having expressed a desire to get back a little of his fitness after a break, I thought he might want to come running. His response was pretty negative, but much to my surprise he was up and ready to go when I was.

I returned from my run at about 8.50, it was pretty hard going as I developed a painful stitch in my ribcage. I felt annoyed that I had walked a short distance a couple of times, but I didn't have time to walk for long, as I had to get back to get ready to go out. I had intended to be ready to leave the house at 9.45am, but time is against me. Fortunately, the pilates teacher I'm meeting is running late too, she phoned to let me know. So leaving at 9.55am gives me time to get to her new studio building ahead of her. This does seem like a great opportunity to get back into yoga teaching by renting out the main studio space. I think to start with, definitely just one evening a week. I'm really interested to find out when it is going to be available, and if I can make our family routine fit in with it, especially when we are going to be down to one car.

I feel the meeting went really well, I like this pilates teacher very much, she is so genuine and has really high standards. She is so keen to have a yoga teacher operating from her studio, I hope I don't disappoint her, I think if Iyengar Yoga is going to be successful in this part of the country, this is the best chance I'm going to get. My allocated time at the studio did over run a little, so being at the museum for 11.30 to meet Gloria was impossible. As she was running late too, it worked out fine, and I had a chance to observed how my colleagues at the museum were coping with a hobby horse drop-in they were offering as a school holidays activity. There seemed to be plenty of takers, children with adults in tow to help, the bridge was buzzing which is always good to see, it makes the building seem alive!

The second long chat of the day began with Gloria in the cafe. I wouldn't normally go to the cafe in the museum as I really don't like the brand of soya milk they offer, but as I was only having tea and I could get my milk from the staff room, I thought it was the best option. The heavy showers outside also put me off dragging Gloria to another cafe. She did most of the chatting which is fine, I know she is still upset about the way she feels she was treated in her last job. I'm frustrated that I'm not going to be able to work with her any longer, it will be very interesting to see who takes her place, she is definitely one in a million. We discussed many aspects of the same subject, and I felt after an hour or so we covered most angles. She still wants to keep in touch which is great, and I do feel that we could be of great benefit to one another in the future.

The middle of the day seems to have flown by, it's 4pm and I need to go to the post office in the village to get some stamps and post a letter. While I'm there I buy a copy of the 'Banbury Guardian' and the 'Oxford Times' which I know will be read from cover to cover, I do like to find out what's happening locally. I don't get to look at the papers straight away, as when I get back home the European Swimming Championships are on TV. The pool in Budapest looks wonderful, and I enjoy watching, and Britain are doing okay as well. Everything in the day seems to be running a little late, so the much needed cleaning isn't started until 5pm. Fortunately, as the swimming club are on a two week break, we don't have to stick to our tight routine to get Eve and Andrew to Stratford swimming pool on time.

Today it's the bathroom and toilet that is in need of attention, I hate cleaning them but when it's done it's very satisfying. It's 6pm and I'm only just starting to make the tea, normally the children would be getting in the pool. I manage to squeeze in making some chocolate chip muffins, while getting together shepherd's pie for the children, and salad for us. We all enjoy watching 'Master Chef', so at 8.15pm we settle down. I can't help feeling that the four people taking part are being put under far too much stress. It seems funny how I can watch and be interested in others preparing different meat dishes, but I could never eat one myself. I am pretty tired by 10pm, and have decided that I will go for a swim early morning tomorrow. Going to bed seems a really good idea and by 10.15pm I'm turning out the light.