Despite the intention to write this blog often events conspired to prevent me from doing that. A couple were to do with work and the other was being struck down by a virus within a scarily short period of time.
Literally within the space of an hour on Monday morning at work I went from well to unwell. So at 9am I was fighting fit, at 10am I was shuffling to the bosses door wittering about not feeling great and describing the symptoms. I was sent off home.
A virus it was but a fairly weird one. The symptoms changed by night-time on Monday to what I was certain was the flu. By Tuesday afternoon it felt more like a cold coming on and by Tuesday evening roaring earache.
On Wednesday morning the doctor confirmed the virus theory by telling me I didn’t have an ear infection but my ears were in fact dull, although there was not much chance of them bursting. Thanks Dr A.
Therefore it’s taken me the best part of a week to get going and the best part of today to try and forget the work I’ll be going back to.
Feeling better today I decided to head out after PMQ’s (before or during would have sufficed) and went shopping so I headed to The Gyle Shopping Centre in the West of Edinburgh. I don’t head out there often but today it seemed to combine what I needed which was WH Smith, Boots and a book shop and a supermarket.
The bookshop at The Gyle is part of WH Smith, although a different unit, and is called WH Smith Books. I’ve never been fond of it. A few months ago I’d been looking for a book on politics and managed not to find it within their section on Politics.
Today there was just no politics section. Or so it seemed.
I wandered around the small shop. I went from General Fiction to Romance to Science Fiction to History to Education to Children’s to Reference to Languages to Health to Cookery to Sports to Business to Gardening to Maps but never to Politics. Feeling frustrated I made the circuit again. I was acutely aware that the staff may have been watching me and thinking that I was casing the joint.
Still no Politics sections. I’ll admit to being on the mild side of angry. I left the store.
I can never get across to people how big a part and how important politics is in their lives. How it should play a bigger part in education. This WH Smith Books store is a five minute bus journey from two primary schools, two secondary schools, a college and a university and it’s the only book shop I know in the area, aside from anything found on campus.
Never one to be beaten I returned to the shop before I went home. It was busy and I had to wait on the attention of an assistant but when one was free she duly asked how she could help and I asked her if the shop had a politics section.
They do and she took me to it. The reason I had bypassed it was because the shop had been shifted round slightly.
Fair enough. I followed her to the History section where the assistant point to the lower shelves. I thanked her for her help and she left me to it.
Two and a half shelves. That’s all that’s dedicated to politics in this store that dedicated at least three times that to health, three times that to cookery and much, much more to romance. Not even is it split into British politics, American politics and others, but all lumped together in a simple A to Z.
I left disheartened.
I have just turned over from the Chelsea game to watch part 3 of Dream School. I have seen this series both slated and praised in the last two weeks but from me it gets all praise. There’s only one area I might give it minus marks and that’s in the editing.
Catching up on some of the YouTube footage today the passion of the students in the politics class, among others, is catching. Passionate on subjects like knife crime, like youth clubs. Regardless of how they put it, these kids have something to say that we should really be listening to.
Well done Jamie, the teachers but most of all…the kids.