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potential peak?

Last night I made my way through the glooooom to The School of Life to consider my potential! They run all sorts of course and even conversation dinners, all done in a slightly quirky but thought provoking way. They are generally interesting as you meet people, complete strangers who challenge you as only strangers can. And with any luck you walk out with a small germ of an idea to mull over at least until you slide your key into your front door.

Yesterday eve though I couldn’t find my Potential. It had appeared to have got up and gone! I couldn’t do anything but feel cynical about the books they recommended, many of which I had read or were really people who had made shed loads of cash in their 20′s and could now make you feel guilty through their virtuous life spent recycling motorbikes or something similar. You will be relieved to hear that I kept my mouth closed, and did not rain anyone else’s blossoming potential.

There were people who were clear about what they dreamt of doing, what they need the push for by a group of strangers. Sadly I had nothing….. nothing to get a push for really. Primarily I think this is because I have made so many fundamental changes in the last few years – MBA, 3 jobs, a different country, new friends. It made me think that I had been busy and maybe it is okay to “chill out” or at least to chose a more simple and less work focused thing to sink my energies into.

The problem is what on earth would that be? How and where is that next potential peak? 

bathroom battles

It would seem that I am locked in one of the most baffling of bathroom battles. One that certainly requires persistence to be the final champion, the dominant user perhaps.

There are many battles to be had in the bathroom ..many that we are all to familiar with……. the Toothpaste Squeeze (some believe squeezing from the bottom is superior and have in the past been most disturbed by my random squeezing in my desire to be minty fresh), there are those that divide genders (the toilet seat goes up first and then down fellas!), the scrunch vs the  fold, the finger pointing about who needs to replace to toilet roll! Most certainly there are too many to mention here.

So, at the moment I am engaged in the over-under toilet roll battle with my house guest. I pop into the smallest room in the house and put the toilet roll so that the  paper comes over the top – so that it is easy to grab. Not tucked behind, near the wall. He heads in, sometime later, and switches it!

So I do feel somewhat surprised that my house guest is being quite so…… insistent…. in his preference for the under position in my bathroom. Continuing to make the switch despite my correction!

However, I guess I should be relieved that I have yet to go to the loo in the middle of the night and find my nether regions in contact with the chill of porcelain!

sweet

So last night I was out and about. No where grand but on a Ghost Walk in the City. It was excellent. I learnt (and have already forgotten) quite a few nifty facts about death (some corners have pretty grisly tails of hanging and murder) and also of life in London many century’s ago.

As much fun as the time spent trooping about was the most memorable part occurred well after the walk. Just as were leaving the place where we had grabbed a bite to eat and to defrost fingers and toes. A lovely young man went down on his right knee and asked his girlfriend to marry him right in front of St Paul’s Cathedral. It appeared she said yes and it also appeared that she was delighted! I base this on the hand across her mouth, a nod and then a fairly impressive kiss! awwww sweet.

It was quite amazing to see this from a far, and I guess also to see such a momentous question being asked. Certainly it will be the closest I will probably get to that particular question!

It was so incredibly sweet.

53 days ….

February – god its grim.

If I was ever asked to do a word association for London at the start of the calender year – the words would be grey, drizzle, cloudy, drab….. tripping off my tongue in a moment, without the need for a thesaurus or in fact too much thought. Grim, grim, grimmity grim!

And just as the daylight starts to hang on too the edges of 4pm…..Valentines Day arrives.

It is honestly enough to put you over the edge. The windows of every shop are adorned in red hearts, bows, cupids and there are 2 for 1 offers for those with a special someone in every restaurant. I must say even when completely loved up I would prefer a bunch of flowers on any day with the exception of the 14th of February. I must be in the minority judging by the love propaganda down Oxford Street today.

The good news is that there are only 53 days until April!!

The things you see on sundays

So these guys are hanging about near the Houses of Parliament in Victoria Gardens for the next month. They are called Nuestros Silencios by Rivelino a Mexican artist. They are in good company with the Burghers of Calais at the other end of the Gardens by Rodin. You have love these surprises on grey London days.

 

the holiday equation

Possibly not as well known to all as the E=MC2 but for those who respond to a alarm each morning like a Pavlovian creature, dash about with blackberry’s and iphone’s, and spend their days compelled to be connected this less famous relationship will be known.

For every week you have away from work you achieve a single day of zen like calm. So in my case – 3 weeks away = 3 days of a devil-may-care, calm, controlled smiley existence.

But on day 4 when the cheery alarm bleeped me awake – the realisation that while I was away my inbox absorbed more than 1000 emails, the deadline that was weeks away is looming next week (gulp!) hit me right between the eyes. That lovely bubble of calm was popped and I was back on the get-up-get-out meeting roundabout of no time and lots of demands.

 

hopeful in heathrow

So it may well be that the travel gods are smiling. I am currently sitting in Terminal 3 waiting for my flight to go from the “gate open 19.25″ to the lovely “go to gate” which hopefully will be followed by the “Plane Departed” status on time and without mishap.

The good old BBC has been full of stories – missed planes, missed weddings, missed Christmas’. And to be fair it is actually pretty grim until you get into the terminal building. 100s of people looking wistfully at signs that will seal their christmasy fate.

For those that don’t know Terminal 3 – I believe it was built by the worlds most misguided architect. What sort of crazy person builds an “open air” waiting area in this country?

While I acknowledge that snow and frost are not the standard fare even in the depths of winter – it is not exactly tropical in temperature at the height of summer either! And all of these people are being asked to mill about under an enormous glass awning waiting for the opportunity to join an outside queue, which will hopefully lead to a nice person and a boarding pass!

Anyway, I have been boarding pass and it is the standard situation in Heathrow – over tired children, people of phones and everyone looking like they have already been traveling for hours.

So with any luck I will see you on the other side of the world!

…but wait there is more…


Frosty berry

Originally uploaded by mscambridge

…..more snow that is!

I had the most lovely frosty, snowy walk through St James’ Park this afternoon. In that magic moment before the snow turns to slush or ice, and before the sun disappears completely so that the dark can return.

Every thing was dusted and yep – it does look absolutely, like icing sugar.

One of the magical things about snow is that you can close the blinds in the evening, and get up the morning and there it is. Rain you can here, sunshine doesn’t make a noise but the birds always let you know when it is there. Snow however just creeps in. And it makes everything different.

Life is quieter, slower for people like me who can’t seem to walk on the slushy footpaths and most importantly the light is better and brighter!

Nice.

snowy london loveliness

 

 

 

Look what I woke up to this morning! While England has been blanketed with snow central London has been quite resistant. This morning though I woke up to such a pretty white blanket. Although I do suspect I may well be the only completely delighted by the scene!

oops

On Tuesday I slipped into The Guardian Public Sector Awards. And I think possibly committed the worst “oops”, faux pas for a while.

I arrived at Old Billingsgate in little black dress and requisite heels (sensible flats stuffed into my bag at the entrance!) feeling a little apprehensive. I didn’t know anyone but the kind person who had invited me a long. So I checked my coat, took a quick turn around the room, grabbed a drink and decided I would just wander up to anyone, someone who was also standing about looking lonely. There was this chap in a suit, standing rather aloofly alone. Big breath in…… “Hello, I hope you don’t mind but I don’t know anyone here, and just thought I would say hello!”

The man looked down his nose, asked who I was and then introduced me to his press office….. gulp! And I did what all completely embarrassed down to you tippy toes does, said nice to meet you and found another drink!

Somehow I had managed to stroll up to Francis Maude, Minister for the Cabinet Office and Paymaster general, and in his spare time he is Managing Director of Morgan Stanley & Co, plus a couple of other high prestige jobs, and has 5 children. To be frank he could have been slightly more gracious than he was, and I am pleased to say he gave a really boring key note speech……

But… well…. ooops!