On Monday evening, I went to the historic Judge’s Court Room at Brown’s in Covent Garden for the “Statistical Dinner.” The dinner wasn’t statistical, but my fellow diners were mostly Fellows of the Royal Statistical Society. My Dad and brother, Oli, were there too.
My brother and I had to look after our father. Four weeks ago, he eloped. Yes, you heard me right, at the age of eighty-four and seriously ailing, he upped and left my step-mother and moved in with a lady called Willow, declaring his love for her. This action has caused enormous upset and problems throughout my family. On the other hand, his adventures would make a good screenplay.
So I have been trying to juggle dealing with his on-going problems with the pressures of work and home life. On Wednesday, I was given less than an hour’s notice that I was expected to present, remotely, to senior executives who were comfortably seated in our HQ in Naples, Florida. I managed to fit my presentation in just before I spoke with a police office who was trying to work out what to my Dad who was sitting in the waiting room in a railway station in the English Midlands. He was homeless at that point. I could tell you a lot more, but my account would fill a book. Suffice to say that he is now safe in a care home in North Derbyshire.
Today was a good day for me. I ran a reasonable time in the Andover parkrun this morning, although it was not brilliant. 5 kilometres in 26:19. My PB is 24:00.
Then I travelled to Portsmouth with my veterans’ hockey team: Andover Diamonds. We beat United Services Portsmouth Veterans by three goals to one, to go two points clear at the top of the Wessex Masters League.