by Dr Keith J. White
Posted on May 1 2015
Yesterday evening one of the young adults who lives at Mill Grove asked me how my day went, and I replied in the usual East End vernacular, “O.K.” At his request I expanded briefly: “As full, varied and rich as every day at Mill Grove”. Which led me to attempt in this article to describe what did happen yesterday (and therefore on many other days).
I began the day by taking six green bags of garden waste to the local council tip (“refuse amenity”), and was warmly welcomed by the staff there. They know me very well and yet have still not plucked up the courage to ask how on earth we generate so much waste that I seem to be a daily visitor. The bags were needed by other members of the community because we are getting the place ready for our annual gathering of the clan: “Our Day” is the name it has acquired over the years. (As it happens I will needed to go to the tip with five bags this morning, and I have six for tomorrow!)
There were a number of letters to reply to on my desk, and having drafted replies I turned to my laptop to deal with what seems like an unending stream of emails: conferences, training, tribunals, and minutes.
Then I went into the garden to start trimming the big hedge: it is about 30 metres in length and six metres high, so it takes a bit of work. While working on it I planned meetings in my head: that’s where and when I do most of my creative thinking. The job went well including filling another refuse bag with clippings, but it took longer than anticipated and so I had to jog to a local electrical supplier to …