Year: 2015

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

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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

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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

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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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Shall we take a test?

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Hiya, The white space that’s the Blogger interface has been open a good twenty minutes, and yet, other than right now, I’ve yet to put anything in. Not that I’ve writers block or anything, I’m either easily distracted, or a terrible procrastinator. (Ed: The Procrastinator. He’ll be back… possibly… or not. Maybe). This week has been a little full on for my liking. Not that there’s been much drama (thankfully!), just it was all rather hasty. [ Update: apparently, this is my 500th post. ] When in doubt, just ask Tuesday, I stopped off at an out of town shopping park to see if they had the shoes I wanted. They did, but they’d moved the shoes into the middle […]

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Ready boots? Start walking

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Hi, It being half-term, at least, here in sunny and chilly Nottinghamshire, the Jones Massive have been away for a short break. Just along the road by an hour or so, for a rural getaway. I took great pleasure in switching my work phone off, and putting it in the draw. A holiday, for me, means a holiday and that means no work email or telephone calls. Not that anyone is likely to ring, I hasten to add, although making it easy would take the fun out of it 😉 Great views, even if you do get lost We stopped over in north Derbyshire and although the weather was very chilly, the rain stayed away. Plenty of cloud, high and […]

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The Road to Spring

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Hi, In the last few months, a few people have said to be that it’s a long haul after Christmas. For me, I like winter. Sure, you have to wrap up, keep the central heating running and the occasional windscreen defrosting is a bit of a faff. Still, I’m a cold weather person. I don’t know if it’s my dose of distant Dutch and slight Scots genetics, but I’m just not good in hot weather. Yeah, my Dad’s been working his way along the family tree and it seems that some of the Jones Massive were from overseas. Bloody foreigners eh? Come over here, etc. 🙂 Much as that could lead us into a soap box moment, or possible, comedy […]

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