Excerpt from holiday diary 28th June:
“We ummed and ahhed over which walk to do. L flatly refused the 5 miler that was described in the book as ‘some of the most treacherous bog on Dartmoor in bad weather’. It wasn’t bad weather but having experienced more bog than we cared to endure in a lifetime, we opted for a more gentle walk along the river Plym through old clay quarries up to Dewerstone“.
Do you have a friend that overreacts whenever a bee or wasp makes an appearance?
I really can’t think of a title for this one…
This genuinely happened to me yesterday… I was minding my own business in the ladies toilet when out of the blue (err…cubicle) a little old lady started to talk to me. Or should I say talk at me. I’ve been pondering the statement – what problem(s) was she referring to? Was she suggesting I take heed, book a flight to Switzerland and check in to Dignitas in the morning? Or, was she simply commenting on her own gastro-dilemmas? I shall never know.
Pigeons frustrate the heck out of me!
I think I saw it! I think saw that golden orb in the sky – radiating light, warming the earth, sending birds into a frenzy of nest building, tempting the buds on the trees to burst into bloom.
With that tiny chink of sunlight, Britons up and down the country tore their clothes from their bodies (despite the temperature only just creeping into double figures), donned their sunglasses, ran for their BBQs and hoped for a prolonged spell of bright, warm weather! Alas, no sooner had the flip flops had time to flip and flop than the sky returned to its familiar dull grey. We are left wondering, was that just a figment of our imagination? Then we reach for the bottle of vitamin D.
With Easter nearly upon us, there is a frenzy of chocolate egg buying and giving – and of course EATING! This morning a co-worker set up an office Easter egg hunt before piling mounds of Easter cakes, chocolate and eggs onto the ‘treat table’ for all to indulge. What a nice way to start the penultimate day at work before I find myself gainfully UNemployed.
It is a sorry state of affairs and I will mourn the past four months which have rescued me from the isolation of my previous job. I have certainly felt more alive, more inspired and more ‘me’ since changing jobs, and although the risk taking didn’t quite pay off, there is still a glimmer of hope on the horizon. So don’t start sending me your messages of condolences just yet. In the meantime, here is a little cartoon to celebrate Easter.
Big Hair Metamorphosis 