Back to reality – studio time dwindling. I spent the entire day at the Salisbury Arts Centre, initially to meet with other workshop leaders and discuss the future impending funding cuts etc., fire drills and day to day stuff, then on to a ‘safeguarding children’ training day.
In between I raced to the doctors to pick up my long overdue diabetic medication. As they will only prescribe a month at a time and a month in my life whizzes past I inevitably miss it and end up out of stock. I thought this was OK (hadn’t told my husband as he would be cross) until I took my sugar levels just before leaving for school drop off, realised they were sky high so dropped everything to bounce on the trampoline for 5 minutes then give up and run around the house like a looney until I was late for school and meeting, in an attempt to bring my levels down.
The result of the safeguarding meeting was that I am woefully protected in most of my work due to fairly slap dash practice from other organisations (not the Arts Centre in case they’re reading this) and that I need to take most of the fantastic photos I have from long ago workshops and dump them in the bin due to privacy laws becoming even tighter. Meanwhile we discovered if you go to 123people.com you can find photos and info (down to address and telephone number) on most people without any consent at all.
Hey ho!
I got home to pick the children up and my little one had a raging temperature. She said ‘I didn’t tell you this morning Mummy cause I knew you had a meeting.’ I got them all together and told them there was no meeting or job that couldn’t be cancelled and they they would always come first over any other comittments. I have already had to give up lunch with Cathy Wilkes to celebrate her Turner prize show and a possible dinner with Gavin Turk and his partner in the past to put the children first (and boy did it grate – but I did it) – let’s hope I’m not tested any further on that one! Today, however, I’m lucky enough to be able to put safeguarding my own children first.
