Friday, 24 February 2017

Slow News Day

I appear to have nothing to share with you today.
Today's entry for today in my blog post planner is empty.
I sought advice.
The Boy Child suggested I write about the sacking of Claudio Ranieri.
The Brainy One suggested I write about how to blog for profit.
A friend round for dinner suggested I write about holiday planning.
In the end, I've gone with a shot of
 the morning after Storm Doris.
I'll see you after the weekend ...

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Texting | A 21st Century Dilemma

Like many of you, I've become lazy at calling people for a chat.
I'm a fan of the text message.
And therein lies the rub.
What's the protocol, if there is such a thing, when the person you sent a text to doesn't reply?
Did they receive it?  Well, it says it's been delivered.
Should I have used WhatsApp?  That tells you the exact time the text was read.
Don't they like me any more?
What if they've fallen out with me?
Have I upset them in any way?
Ad infinitum.

Perhaps I should resort to actually making calls on my iPhone.
But then they could just ignore my call ...

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

IKEA | A Rite of Passage?

Earlier this week, I assembled a shelving unit bought from IKEA.
It's the first ever self-assemble piece of furniture from IKEA that I've ever owned.
I feel like a grown-up ... or not.
 I bought it to replace an old bookcase which stood in our hall.
And failed.
Now I have a home for books, photo frames, Harry Potter CDs,
a memento from Bermuda and, perhaps most importantly.
sixteen (yep, 16) 12x12 scrapbooks.
I call that a win.  

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

4 Things I'd Tell My Younger Self

What sort of advice would you give your younger self? 
1: You will recover from a broken heart.  I know that it doesn't seem like it at the time, but trust me on this.  One day, you'll realise that you can mention their name without feeling you're suffocating from grief.  One day, you'll realise that you got though a whole day without consciously thinking about them at all.  One day, you'll realise that you're not over that broken heart, you just got better at living with it.
2. Nurture friendships.  That best friend you have at 21?  She'll be a bridesmaid at your wedding. You'll be Godmother to her daughter.  She'll be Godmother to your son.  She knows you, inside and out.  She gets you.  But good friendships only last because both sides work at them.  Otherwise that person simply becomes someone you used to know.
3. If you want to leave your job/change career, you can.  I know that seems a silly statement given that you are only just starting out on your career path and you love what you do.  But things change, and it won't always be the case.  It's okay to take control and say one day, "I want more than this", even if you don't know what that more actually is.  You may never decide what that more is, but no matter, because you'll always be employed in jobs and places you enjoy.  Mostly.  IBM notwithstanding.
4. Keep driving. It's something that you take for granted.  Something you don't spend much time thinking about.  You're a good driver and driving gives you independence.  You won't believe that once into your 40s, you'll drive less and less.  Be brave and keep being the one in the driving seat. You won't regret it.

Similar posts include this one by Jaime at angloyankophile and this one at A Cup of Jo  

Monday, 20 February 2017

Memos: Mail: Me

The Postie may have bought me the sweater I admired 
in a store last weekend.
But I couldn't possibly comment ...
 As for the weekend, we walked along the river from
Chelsea to Pimlico in glorious sunshine.
 Once in Pimlico, we enjoyed half an hour in Tate Britain. 

Where we had fun playing the
As you do.

Friday, 17 February 2017

In Love with Cambridge

I've been to Cambridge before.
It was either 1993 or 1994.
I went with a bunch of female RAF colleagues
to see the Chippendales at the
{Ahem ...}
~ Punting on the Backs ~
This year, however, The Boy Child and I had the opportunity
to tag along with The Brainy One when he went to lecture for two days
at Cambridge University's Judge Business School.
And no joke, I fell in love with Cambridge. 
 ~ King's College ~ 
~ Church tower of St. Mary the Great ~
~ Gonville and Caius College,
with Trinity College and St. John's College behind ~

So much in love, I actually asked The Brainy One if there was any chance
of him being offered a permanent teaching position.  
And my Instagram feed is filling up with images like these above.  

Thursday, 16 February 2017

On Why He Should Listen To His Customers

In retrospect, it was/is funny.
But it wasn't.
Me: Hi, good morning. I need help to unlock the Apple ID 
on my late mother's iPad.  
Meeter and Greeter Guy: "Right, okay, not a problem ...
er, did you just say your late mother?"
Me: Yes.
Meeter and Greeter Guy: Cool.
Me: Erm, no, it's not cool, actually.  
Meeter and Greeter:  Oh. Right.

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Looking for a Train, Found Owls

We went up to King's Cross in search of Platform 9 and three quarters.
So had what seemed like hundreds of overseas visitors.
But we did find the Hogwarts owls,
and one may have followed us home.
So, you know, there's that.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Things He Says | The Let's Learn Some Tact Edition

"This is my dog ...
he's on his last legs."

Monday, 13 February 2017

Memos: Mail: Me

Happy Mail landed this week landed in the form of
a replenishment of Christmas-themed scrapbook supplies.
  Always welcome.
And as for the weekend,
there was the discovery of a new-to-me clothing brand,
a birthday party for Cachirulo
and cuddles with these two.
Looking at those last two images, my heart is full.