Bee Gee Fever

My knee is still giving me limited mobility so I’ve been abandoned for the day by Mr and Miss Glis who had other important things to attend to.  A day alone is a rare opportunity to do the things I never usually have time for (and no, I don’t include housework on that list, EVER) so I’m having a lovely day reading a murder mystery and wallowing in songs from my youth.  I have played most of the Bee Gees back catalogue and remembered, not for the first time, JUST how talented those guys were, creating some truly fantastic music

I have a sporting injury too!

Andy drove me into work this morning as last night, my knee swelled up like a balloon. I’d felt a twinge on Saturday when I was walking with Molly above Eskdalemuir but ignored it.  I hobbled so painfully to my desk I decided to get a Drs appointment this afternoon thinking it might be “Housemaids knee” (Stop sniggering in the back.  I occasionally do some housework!) but the verdict is...an x-ray.  The Doc thinks it might be a re-occurrence of an old cartilage injury but wants to rule out arthritis and /or a floating body before I have an MRI.  

Olympic Emotion!

I’m emotionally exhausted.  And that’s just listening to The Archers! Go Ian! Tell “M’Adam” what a numpty he is.

But seriously, after 6 Olympic gold medals yesterday I went to bed feeling utterly drained after being on my feet screaming for Jessica,Greg and Mo!.  It’s not often that I get so involved in spectator sport as I prefer outdoor pursuits to any organised sporting activity  but I‘ve been completely caught up in the Olympic fever that’s sweeping the nation.  I’ve loved the cycling and rowing and last night’s introduction to the track and field far surpassed all my expectations.

Rambling round Reading

An expensive evening in the pub with colleagues or a roam round the roads of Reading in search of a cache? No contest! 

There's something very satisfying about discovering a town through caching so fuelled only by a delicious pistachio ice-cream, I allowed my rambling to lead me to unexpected, secret locations, affording opportunities to admire the town’s eclectic architecture and discovering hidden gems that we don't usually see as we scurry along with our noses to the ground. And as a biscuit lover from Carlisle, home of McVities, how could I resist a trail that included a sweetmeal tribute?

No Damascene moment at the Madejski

I’ve never worshipped at the altar of football  so when many of my colleagues came over all un-necessary on hearing of a meeting at the Madejski Stadium, I reserved judgement. Perhaps entering a hallowed place would prove to be a Damascene moment?   As our meeting room over looked the empty ground, I took a moment to embrace my surroundings.  I detected nothing but emptiness. There was no sense of awe.  I failed to hear the crowds, absorb any triumph and despair or detect the pride which surely lingers in the fabric of the arena.  Clearly, football karma has by-passed me

Work place achievemnts

It’s bizarre, but one of my most satisfying achievements at work is when my colleagues eat all my home made cake. Any occasion, however minor, merits a baking session so I’ve inflicted many a different concoction on my long suffering colleagues over the years.  And they’re a discerning, critical lot so I “welcome” their feedback with trepidation. And although I regularly write papers on a multitude of topics, provide briefing, deliver presentations and deal with all sorts of challenging and rewarding management situations in the office and elsewhere, nothing quite uplifts my spirits like the sight of an empty plate.

The Winged Chariot of Time

I used to roll my eyes when mum spoke about “time flying” and believing I was immortal, as only the young do, never thought I’d echo her thoughts.  But today, on my wedding anniversary, as I was reflecting  over the past 27 years of my marriage, unbelievably I began to see that winged chariot of time  approaching, although the sunlight of laughter and love seems  to have diminished the image a little; after all, I’m only 29 in my head! But as I’ve been truly blessed in my life with Andy and Nerea, what other image would I really want?