Sundays come with such a bitter sweet edge that develops over the course of the day. I don’t think it is just me.
The mornings are lovely. You have had over 24 hours to do as you please, to see friends, to read the newspaper and sip coffee. As the day goes on you get ever closer to this very time that I am tapping out this blog.
Outside is black, dinner has been had and you start to think about the week ahead. The list of meetings that will consume, the tasks that aren’t fun but need to get done and all those other things that will suddenly become important.
It is not inspiring.
s forgotten in the washing machine can only be mine.
One of the things that I have loved over the past year is hearing everyone’s home grown cliches. Over a cup of tea on Sunday morning I heard one of the best yet. Essentially, it is that you must eat one cookie at a time. I have decided that it is in fact very wise advice. I feel like I have been running around, most of the time just in my head, trying to solve problems and answer questions.
I have been talking to loads of people at the moment. Some chats have been serious about jobs and what to do next, some have been cheerful banter in coffee shops. All of these have been lovely, interesting, sometimes challenging but never frustrating to the point that makes me want to wring the individuals neck…… well with a few exceptions….
and horrible truth…..
However this week we had another invasion. Although this one slightly more pleasing! A break from the floppy haired and intellectual lecturer types which this year with a few exceptions have not filled my world with joy!
One of the most memorable definitions or play on words I have heard of late is that Network = not working.
