I had my last session with J yesterday before she goes on holiday. My next session is in three weeks time. Gulp. It was a good session though - very useful.
All was going well; I had a positive phone conversation witha colleague about the support work I am doing; went into my own school to do some support work with a couple of staff there - and then set off for a meeting. The meeting was at a school I had never been to before, in Mandy's neck of the woods. I googled it and printed off a map of where it was, then set out.
I drove around the area for 45 minutes. Couldn't find it, or anything that looked like it. I ended up in a complete panic, totally lost.
I phoned my friend who was running the meeting to tell her I wasn't going to be able to make it. She (having SatNav) came out to find me. I cried in her car for a long time.
Feel very wobbly still today. Lots tied up in this, I know - it wasn't just about being lost on the way to a meeting. Feel forced into going into work today when I know it would help me a lot to take a day off to recover from this desperate feeling I have, but there you go. Am hoping I will pull things together this weekend.