Not everyone’s the same, but we’ve got a lot in common

Hiya, There is much to be said, in my humble opinion, in the pleasure of the first cup of tea, of the day. With the new job, I’m out and about much more than I was, and some days, you just don’t make time to get a brew. Instead, it’s more a quick cup of water, or swigging the diet soda I bought at lunch time. Still, at least I’m up and about. I did read on the BBC News site, the amount of sitting down we do in our comfy office jobs. Much as I’m current sat down and staring at a screen right now, I’m not so screen focused as I once was, and that, for me, is […]

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What’s a simple rural type like you, doing in an urban setting such as this?

Hi, I’m back after a week away on a course. One of those organisational training sessions. It’s been fairly taxing, given the amount of revision and the sheer depth the course went into. Oh and did I mention two exams at the end? 🙂 Still, the deed is done and the die is cast. Just a case of waiting to see what comes back. Really, I’m just glad it’s over, even if it did give me some new ideas and extra skills. I like training – just not that full on! 🙂 Perhaps I should be bothered by result, but worrying about it won’t help and there’s nothing tied to my job about the need to pass. Talking of passing […]

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Don’t panic, Jones

Hi, I had one of those heart-in-the-mouth panics the other day. Not from a Hannibal Lecter point of view, I should add. You know, when you’re having a takeaway pizza. You tip the delivery boy and he says “you’re all heart” and, well, things get out of hand. 🙂 No, not quite the trans panic either. You probably know the one. That cold jolt of fear than runs through your core. You’re just putting your lippy on and there’s a clunk of the front door shutting. Or you’re out and about in the day, and you spot someone you know who doesn’t know. Dum-dum-dummmm! None of those. I had simply mislaid my car keys while out in town. I’d gone […]

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I find your lack of faith prevalent

Hi, Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to go to a funeral of a friend’s dad. There is that collective noun of gentlemen, but, and not to labour the point, not all gentlemen are, if that makes sense. He was. But, and this may be obvious, I think there are two reasons to go to a funeral: one is for yourself, the other, is for other people. BTW, when I say yourself, if it’s your funeral, your attendance is usually a given. Well, unless this is a spy story or similar. 🙂 No, ‘for yourself’, I mean, if you want to say goodbye to someone, or suchlike. When you go for others, I think you go to be there […]

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