Weathered

There have been some pretty horrendous floods thanks to this abysmal rain. As much as I'd like to visit Cumbria again, the rains there have claimed lives, destroyed bridges, flooded towns, and prompted helicopter rescues.

There's still no word on the new job. I'm getting more and more anxious with each passing day. It occurred to me that there is always the possibility of not getting the job even when it is advertised. That would be quite a crushing blow considering that I almost feel I'm at the end of my tether with this place.

It seems this is the time for change. I think that, by January, there will only be ten male members of staff here. That's out of a total of about sixty adults.

It's not just the people I know here. This period of change is happening to people all around me. It seems that my friends and family are all going through important changes all at the same time. I hope I can follow the same path and get a job elsewhere than this.