3 January 2016
A new year has dawned. But it appears I am still CIPA President. Ah well. I had a nice long Christmas break. During the nice long Christmas break, my nice mid-life body decided to treat me to a mid-life crescendo of Women’s Health Problems. Women’s Health Problems are problems you are supposed to pretend not to be incapacitated by, because how can you demand equality when you’re incapacitated for one week in every four? I have some sympathy with colleagues who take this approach, but it’s a shame, because I can actually be quite helpful on the days I’m not incapacitated. But first I have to get my blood count back to something within the normal mammalian range. While I was lying in bed being pathetic, I wrote a speech, in case I manage to get myself to London between mid-life health crises and take part in Mr Davies’s latest madcap scheme, which is a get-together of chief executives of membership bodies. Mr Davies thinks it will be entertaining for the chief executives to hear from a President of a membership body. For a laugh. So my speech includes my thoughts about leadership, which will have them rolling in the aisles. By the weekend I am well enough and bored enough to dabble in some proper CIPA work. This involves thinking about the agenda for the first Council meeting of 2016. I had secretly been hoping this moment might never arrive. But that’s the thing about Council meetings: they just keep on happening.
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