Sept/Oct is that time of year when spiders appear in every corner of the house. With a heavy heart I find myself hoovering up whole families – mother and babies (100+). I love spiders but we can’t just have them multiplying exponentially no matter how many flies they catch. I imagine their demise is one of terror followed by a great sickness as they spin around and around in the Dyson cylinder. RIP spiders.
When we moved to Wales, I thought people were overplaying the ‘Wet Wales’ remarks. It turns out they weren’t wrong. Hardly a day has gone by in the last six months when we haven’t seen some form of rain whether it’s a fine mist that frizzes your hair, or torrential downpours that leave the river USK bursting at its banks. It’s so bad, I’ve resorted to doing my own anti-rain dance.
Today I did a brief presentation to a small group of people. I knew most of them and was talking about a subject I was very familiar with. I should mention that presenting is something I’m pretty comfortable with – for the most part. I’ll admit I get a bit nervous before getting up to speak, but I usually manage to shake it off in the introductions. However, for some unknown reason, today I was caught completely off guard by a severe case of ‘cotton mouth’.
It was full on lips-stuck-to-gums, cheeks-stuck-to-teeth, tongue-turned-to-sandpaper, cotton mouth. I don’t know if you’ve experienced this before, but once you notice the onset, unless you have water to hand, things very quickly go from bad to worse. I felt like a crazed chimpanzee with bared gums, clicking like an African tribesman and choking on my own tongue. Thank God for the brief interlude when a glass of water was handed to me and I felt my tongue revive like a piece of dried seaweed coming to life in the incoming tide.
I have the pleasure of working from home for a couple of days this week. I’m relaxed, I have an endless supply of coffee, food and everything I need to carry out a productive day’s work. Once in a while it’s a treat not to be distracted by office chit chat. I can focus on my work. We’ll just pretend I didn’t just get distracted for 5 minutes to post a blog item (it is lunchtime after all). However, I thought I would re-share a cartoon from 2012 when I’d been working from home for three years – the novelty soon wears off.
Today was Christmas Jumper day at work. One may don a festive jumper so long as they give money to charity! There were some notable differences in how people approached the day…