The Week That Was (13/09/21)

This week someone sent me an email via Etsy, enquiring about discounts for bulking buying knitted breasts. To get a true picture of this ‘Week That Was’ you should imagine me and my home surrounded by millions of knitted boobs…as if they were tribbles. Monday: Summed up best by an image I feel… Tis the…

Dear Diary…does this work…? Hmmm…(16/08/21)

Monday: Today I got my first Etsy ‘Custom Order’ So after a bit of searching for suitable supplies and back and forth with photos of swirling coloured wool samples, yarn was chosen and ordered. The big spoiler for today is that I spent the rest of the week anxiously awaiting it’s arrival…which was REALLY annoying…

Week One (of the rest of my life)

So, my cunning plan, before I decide to pick up my ball/blog and stomp off home, is to reintroduce some of the routine and structure I had in my working life (many, many, many moons ago it seems) onto the wondrous creative free time I have recently found myself paddling in. I want to write…

All together now….

I’m currently trying to think which tune works best for the word ‘Procrastination’, I think I’m gonna go with the jaunty Cliff Richard version of ‘Congratulations’. Procrastinations and celebrationsWhen am I sitting doing nowt but idling Procrastinations and jubilationsDon’t want the world to know I’m self-sabotaging However the reason for my lyrical wonderings isn’t because…

Identifiers

As part of my work over the past couple of decades I routinely interviewed people for various roles. Sometimes they were part-time, minimum wage retail positions and sometimes they were senior managers who would be responsible for a multitude of objectives. (Side note: that thing about knowing within 12 seconds whether you want to employ…

Lasting effects?

Even taking current local and global issues into consideration, I am incredibly fortunate right now. I get to relax. I get to choose when I get up, when I concentrate and when (and to what) I give my attention. This situation is new and pretty unnerving to me. Initially my break with the rat race…

Charity begins wherever you want it to.

Many years ago I read an article, you know the sort, the ones that you wish you had bookmarked because now you can’t find them again? In this article someone was setting up a charity, I forget what it was fighting for or against, but she had a very definite outcome in mind. So much…

Dipping a toe back in after the other shoe has dropped…

Morning All. The ‘dipping a toe back in’ bit is obvious I suspect, can I string a coherant sentence together after communicating in barely more than grunts for the past 6 months? Well that’s for others to judge I suppose. ‘After the other shoe has dropped’ is a little more involved. Apparently waiting for the…

Friday! (is it Friday?)

Today’s one and only task is to figure out how we uphold the grand tradition of POETS day* when furloughed or working from home. I might go with ‘slob out in jogging bottoms as soon as the clock hits 1pm’, but I’m not sure I’d notice much difference. (*Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday)