Welfare
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One Heath-Robinson inspired burglar alarm |
Yesterday was unusual in that it was the
first day this year I didn't post a blog entry, plus a few other things. Today
I was very tired, and as I recount backwards, it will be shown to be unsurprising.
Today I wore a yellow shirt, signifying the role of Welfare Officer at a TAGB
tournament. Should a child or vulnerable adult be in need of assistance, for
reasons of paperwork errors or emotional meltdowns or the physical shock of
being hit by a determined opponent or a mysterious case of lost sparring
equipment, then the Welfare Officer steps in. The resilience of the children
was impressive. It speaks well of the standard of training. Most of my
conversations went like this:
'Did you get hit?'
'Yes.' (Wipes tears from cheek.) 'I'm
okay though.'
Outside it is snowing.
The car park was slithering with eager
competitors as we arrived. The breakfast; digesting noisily in my stomach; was
free, and the cost of my hotel room had been refunded. I had to untie my door
before getting to breakfast. I had hardly slept. Too many passers by…
Next to my bed, in which I lay fully
clothed, which now seems hilarious, was a sharp pencil, a hard plastic comb and
a china mug. My phone was poised to dial an emergency (police for me, ambulance
for intruders) and that's why the battery ran flat. Before bed, I had rigged
the door with a scarf, a chair, a metal waste bin and the other coffee cup. I
didn't want to stay there but home was too far away for a return that evening.
The policeman was so nice, and I hadn't
expected so much support. I watched his flashlight scour the hedges from the
warmth of the reception building.
The trainee receptionist had called the
police: the fully trained receptionist scoured the car park and returned to me
my pencil case, found ditched on the path.
Shame the newly offered room was next
door but one to where the door had been kicked in and my bag stolen. I thought
it was odd that the light was left on, since I rarely leave a light lit without
cause. Odder that the door seemed unlocked: and I had definitely not left bits
of doorframe and lock on the floor, nor had I chucked my clothes around and
there was decided one bag less on the bed than when I left for a perfectly
lovely inexpensive steak at the pub over the road.
Before leaving for the celebratory meal,
I had put into my pocket my new phone and my wallet. I didn't think I would
need my diary, my notebook, my house key or the beautifully sentimental key
ring that my son made for me. I left them in my handbag, the leather and
goatskin extravagance I have been inseparable from recently.
On arrival at the hotel, it was more of
a motel, each room so independent, and I liked this.
It was snowing. Vanessa drove, Gerry
navigated. We talked of many things, and most of all I was mediating between
YES and I Could Have Done Better If Nerves Had Not Undermined.
I passed! I passed my Second Dan
pre-grading.
In Bristol, Saturday afternoon, feeling
very very sick. But thinking to self: 'Did I get hit? Yes, but I'm okay.'
You had me racing through this, heart thumping to make sure that you were indeed ok. Such attacks are frightening, even if we aren't directly involved. I hope you rest up well. And I am sorry for the loss of your keychain.
ReplyDelete-Heather
What a strange day you had, the good feelings from volunteering and the angst from being robbed. It's good you had your wallet with you. I haven't been to Coventry in years. It seemed such a peaceful, quiet place. But *sighs* I guess thieves are everywhere now. Anyway, I hope you get your purse back. It could've been tossed somewhere.
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies- it was all a bit overwhelming. But quite survivable!
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrible experience. That you had any presence of mind left was a miracle. And making a burglar alarm with found objects. nothing short of amazing. I cracked up at the 'Heath-Robinson': my partner's Dad always used to say that when she went at something in a less than deft way.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the pass.
Thank you Stephanie! No point being a Black Belt if you can't find a bit of grace under pressure :-)
ReplyDeleteUhm, maybe you can lie a bit low for a while? You sure do well with calamitous events. ~Mary
ReplyDeleteYou certainly exemplify grace under pressure; I'm so glad you're okay despite the hit you took.
ReplyDeleteI had to Google TAGB. Now I understand.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on passing your pre-grading.
Well, that just stinks! What a way to ruin what should have been a good experience. I hope you're still doing okay. Sometimes, the sense of being violated doesn't kick in right away. Too bad you didn't see the thief yourself... you woulda kicked his arse.
ReplyDeleteMary: yes, enough calamity! Much prefer calm!
ReplyDeleteJacqueline: the further away the event gets, the funnier it becomes. At this rate, could well become a happy memory!
Mr Squid: Thank you Sir :-) Only one small bruise to show for that too! Rather proud of passing but training lots- can't afford to rest on any laurels!!
Susan- Lol, I don't mind a fight now and then- but peace and quiet is always best!