Pause
I began reading Persuasion (the next adaptation, chronologically, that I was able to get hold of was the 1971 ITV adaptation of Persuasion; I haven't been successful in finding any of the 1950s or 1960s adaptations anywhere yet...). Then life descended.
First, I'm also supposed to be reading Ibram X. Kendi's Stamped from the Beginning for anti-racist book club with mawombat (made it through the preamble and the preface for non-US readers so far... oops).
Then, on Thursday, my family clerk announced I was now booked into a five-day final care hearing, in person, this week. The bundle was in excess of 1000 pages before all the additional last-minute care-logs and police disclosure came in. I was drafted in at the last minute to cover for a colleague who was isolating, and apparently the court absolutely would not agree to her attending remotely. So all weekend was spent reading and prepping, apart from I did take Saturday evening off to watch two episodes of A House Through Time with Kwasi, who I've been seeing since September, but he lives in Cambridge, so, yeah, lockdown was kind of shitty for that, and this post is long already.
Contested care hearings (this one didn't turn out to be final; we just did fact-finding in respect of violence committed by dad against mum, and three specific incidents of mum (sadly) emotionally abusing the children, and the rest has been adjourned for three months to see how mum copes with them in her care) are a unique experience. It's like you all go into a tunnel together. Evenings are pretty much kept blank, except for last-minute preparation of cross-examination or submissions, where necessary. I tend to be both early to bed and to rise while it's all going on. This week I woke at five every day, very firmly woke at six, and when I managed to stay in bed until 7 on Wednesday and Thursday, paid for it with a pounding headache and a groggy feeling of getting up in the middle of a sleep cycle. I feel emotionally exhausted -- simply nothing left -- at the end of each day. So the only thing I've had energy for is mainlining Ru Paul's Drag Race. I just finished series 2 on Netflix and yes I am well aware how late I am to the party thank you.
Anyway, it's over now, and both client and solicitor appear satisfied, although it was all rather bizarre for me, the way it turned out.
And breathe.
So yes. Perhaps some reading over the weekend. I've got Stamped from the beginning to finish by 12 July, plus Persuasion, plus I'm reading White Mughals, which a relative gave to me probably close to a decade ago, and I found it difficult to get into and gave up. So I'm trying again now.
The recent BLM rise has given me a reading list as long as all my limbs, but we'll see how I go.
First, I'm also supposed to be reading Ibram X. Kendi's Stamped from the Beginning for anti-racist book club with mawombat (made it through the preamble and the preface for non-US readers so far... oops).
Then, on Thursday, my family clerk announced I was now booked into a five-day final care hearing, in person, this week. The bundle was in excess of 1000 pages before all the additional last-minute care-logs and police disclosure came in. I was drafted in at the last minute to cover for a colleague who was isolating, and apparently the court absolutely would not agree to her attending remotely. So all weekend was spent reading and prepping, apart from I did take Saturday evening off to watch two episodes of A House Through Time with Kwasi, who I've been seeing since September, but he lives in Cambridge, so, yeah, lockdown was kind of shitty for that, and this post is long already.
Contested care hearings (this one didn't turn out to be final; we just did fact-finding in respect of violence committed by dad against mum, and three specific incidents of mum (sadly) emotionally abusing the children, and the rest has been adjourned for three months to see how mum copes with them in her care) are a unique experience. It's like you all go into a tunnel together. Evenings are pretty much kept blank, except for last-minute preparation of cross-examination or submissions, where necessary. I tend to be both early to bed and to rise while it's all going on. This week I woke at five every day, very firmly woke at six, and when I managed to stay in bed until 7 on Wednesday and Thursday, paid for it with a pounding headache and a groggy feeling of getting up in the middle of a sleep cycle. I feel emotionally exhausted -- simply nothing left -- at the end of each day. So the only thing I've had energy for is mainlining Ru Paul's Drag Race. I just finished series 2 on Netflix and yes I am well aware how late I am to the party thank you.
Anyway, it's over now, and both client and solicitor appear satisfied, although it was all rather bizarre for me, the way it turned out.
And breathe.
So yes. Perhaps some reading over the weekend. I've got Stamped from the beginning to finish by 12 July, plus Persuasion, plus I'm reading White Mughals, which a relative gave to me probably close to a decade ago, and I found it difficult to get into and gave up. So I'm trying again now.
The recent BLM rise has given me a reading list as long as all my limbs, but we'll see how I go.