Small mercies

Hi, Ooo, it’s the magic of a Friday night. The whole weekend stretched out before you in a seemingly endless swathe of possibilities. Well, maybe not actually endless, we are socially distancing still and lots of things are still closed 🙂 Midweek, the good folk who run the Community Centre where Chams meets got in touch. It send that as the government start to relax lockdown – I think I’m with the scientists on this – the Centre is preparing to reopen. That certainly stressed the word preparing and so will I. As much as I would love to see everyone again, be outside in the beautiful Spring sunshine, and being pretty once again, I think we may have a […]

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Meeting in the Old World

Hi, Last week I happened to be talking to a work colleague about room bookings. I know, the white heat of battle, right? 😉 Stay with me as we skip over that slip into lightspeed… 😀 Given we’re what, two months in or so, into working remotely, I almost feel that the memories of commuting are vague and distant. Almost as those of dressing up, but that may be another story for another time. 🙂 As our online chat concluded, I thought back to how that might have gone before. A group of us leaving different parts of the firm (that’s half an hour); to wait outside for umpteen minutes because the previous folk overran; before giving up on waiting, […]

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Undercurrent

Hi, Slightly late to the writing tonight. No great reason behind this, it’s just been a busy week, and I’ll be glad of the long weekend. Despite a very familiar routine of wake, prep breakfast, work, lunch, walk, work, tea, rest, and then bed, life feels good. Perhaps the variety of conversations through the dark glassed laptop helps, and the all important walk at lunch in the countryside do as well. Yes, I’ve had the occasional long afternoon working until 6pm or later, but I don’t mind. The commute to the kitchen is hardly tiring and with my family wandering in from time to time, it feels more social than at work. I’m not wearing a shirt – even a […]

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The walk, not the line

Hi, How’s your week going? Nearly Friday. Chin up, chuck 🙂 The other day I was sat having my lunch. Two sarnies, some hummus with celery, and a cold drink. The sun was warm and Hound 1 was sat next to me in the sofa, hoping I’d slip him a bit of sarnie. I didn’t, as bread doesn’t agree with him. I started to think of the things I needed to do in the afternoon and maybe I could look for some new headphones while I ate…. But, I stopped and did none of those things. Why rush lunch? Why snaffle my lunch when I had no meetings until 2pm? Why did I feel the need to be looking for […]

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A little window into other worlds

Hi, Friday night already. That’s just how we roll at YATGB. Well, except for the occasional midweek meanderings. 🙂 Given the shift to online working, most of my day involves taking with other folk over various software packages. In most of them, people have their work photo as a mini avatar. It’s that I see as the call starts and then their real picture appears. I’m finding both interest and polite enjoyment at the difference in people’s work photos with how they look now. The shift to less corporate clothes, those who bother with the warpaint, those that don’t, those who’ve grown amazing beards, those who’ve coloured their hair funky colours, and those who’ve hardly changed at all. It’s a […]

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