Tag: it gets better

The Enemy Within

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Hi, It’s a peculiar thing this blogging lark. I had meant to put some time aside this afternoon and get some thoughts down, before we went out for the evening. Of course, I didn’t and now, my mind seems as blank as the text box in front of me. I’ll plod on and see if the old noggin wakes up. Policies Last week I mentioned that a local University got in touch about their soon to be released trans policy. Ever the helpful mailbox fairy (Ed: nebby mare, more like), I gave them a ring and had an interesting chat about it. Well, at least I thought so and for once, I wasn’t the one doing all the talking. Chams […]

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Under the bridge

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Hi, Not a reference to the rather good Red Hot Chili Peppers, nor the shambolic pop mauling from All Stains – sorry, Saints. 😛 As I made my way to Chameleons last night, so I drove under the new bridge by Queen’s Medical Centre. It’s been a while coming and as I’ve sat in traffic on the way home, I’ve watched it be slowly assembled and now, it straddles the dual carriage way, ready to take the next phase of the tram from the city out to Clifton. It’s nice to see the money I’ve been charged for being able to park at work on land the firm owns, put to use 😉 I would have liked to have taken […]

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The Case of the Irish Jig

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Hi folks, Working weeks, sometimes they can be busy-busy-busy can’t then? So it seems also true of home, and also trans-life too. On Wednesday I’d managed to swing working from home, so I could get my head down and actually get Stuff Done. You know how it is in the modern open plan office; more noise than a room full of reporters and a soon-to-be-sacked politician. I also had booked the afternoon off so I could collect Wee Man and Little Miss. Sometimes, the Ever Lovely Mrs J – who, truth be told – does the longer part of the child duties (the afternoon), but if there’s something on she can’t miss, yours truly takes a turn. Wee Man also […]

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Sometimes, good things happen

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Hi, It’s an early post for me as I’ve just finished one of those distance training courses. Not the old school learn by post kinda thing, but a learn-by-Skype style classroom. You get a little video of the class, remote access to the system you have to work on and you get to see the presentation slides. Luckily, there’s no return video feed – and we’ll come back to that in a mo 🙂 – but you can ask questions using the chat or microphone. It saves me having to travel to London and it saves the company money on a hotel. It all seems a little futuristic and everyday at the same time. How things change eh? Some of […]

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Mirror, mirror, on the wall….?

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Hi, With all things being well, this post will see the light of day – okay, the subdued kiss of evening – sometime Friday night. Yes, the Jones Massive are on the move for a short break. Partly due to school training days, upcoming birthdays and the why-the-hell-not factor. Not to mention the fact that both the Ever Lovely Mrs J and I could both do with a break from filling the boilers of bureaucracy with the paper of pointlessness…. okay, that’s enough of that word torture, you get the picture 🙂 Earlier in the week, it was Mrs Jones Senior’s birthday, seventy years upon with rock, no less. My sister and my dad, (bless ’em) had colluded to plot and […]

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Sometimes, it ain’t about the time, it’s about the time you have there.

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Hi folks, I am not going to talk about work. I am not going to talk about work. 🙂 Let’s just talk about the nice things in life eh? Music Glastonbury is wall to wall on the telly at the mo. So far I’ve caught a few minutes and decided to put fingers to keyboard while the ever growing list of Acts I Have Never Heard Of continue to play on (with the exception of Dizzy Rascal). I could stick a hash tag gag about being old, but that in itself, would be old……. but not as old as The Stones. 😛 I think it was the festival before, where I caught a performance by Marina & The Diamonds. I […]

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