I have been feeling really tired this week. On Monday it was just because I’d taken ages to fall asleep on Sunday night, but then on Tuesday night I had felt fine all day but by the evening, I just felt totally worn out and fell asleep really early. There is a part of me that wonders if I am just going into hibernation mode (despite it being the wrong season for it) because I feel a bit down about some things at the moment, which is making me a bit anti-social and feel really tired. But then last night I went out with a friend from university and we had a really nice evening and just spending a nice evening in pleasant company, talking about nothing in particular helped a lot. I did take the opportunity to ask her about her views on Boris Johnson. She doesn’t live in London, but has a definite leaning towards the right and she said that she thought he was awful and if she lived in London, despite being a staunch Tory, she would have to think about voting for someone else.
On the way into the station this morning a man gave me a leaflet and when I looked at it, it was a Boris Johnson campaign leaflet. Had I realised before I’d taken it, I would have just said to the man “I don’t think so” and refused to accept something proclaiming that man’s supposed virtues.
Anyway, at least I can be grateful that I’m not bald. Not only that, but I’m not a teacher who appears to be frightened of their own pupils and trying to cite baldness being a disability as my defence. Let’s just look at the dictionary definition of a disability:
• lack of adequate power, strength, or physical or mental ability.
• a physical or mental handicap, esp. one that prevents a person from living a full, normal life or from holding a gainful job.
• anything that disables or puts one at a disadvantage.
So technically, it seems that being follicly challenged could indeed be a disability as being called “baldy” and having to skulk about so you don’t see any pupils at your school does seem to be not living a “normal life”. But can you imagine if baldness became known as a form of disability? Winston Churchill helped to win the war *puts on a whispered slightly patronising tone* “despite his disability”. Kojak was not the story of some slightly maverick cop but was in fact an insight into the everyday troubles of someone who was disabled. Also, given the number of people I work with who are somewhat lacking in the hair department, we must easily meet any disability equal opportunities quotas. Children can be cruel, but I’m not entirely sure that I can see the chap’s case.
Oh and I got a letter from a friend from school yesterday. She has had child number three and called him Max. When she was at school she had a dog called Max. Is it just me or is it a bit weird to pick the name of your dog for your latest child??