Excuse of the day…

Today, I confess, I did not go into the office. I met with a friend this morning and I also couldn’t face it. I had a lot of writing, editing, reviewing to do and did not want to be there.

But, I still collected other excuses from our wonderful sales team:

  • “I had to wait at home for a delivery”
  • “I had to leave early to collect my car”

Sorry I joined their ranks today – but then, no I’m not. I know I worked bloody hard to get my to do list “ticked”…and I’m still working now…

I do not feel bad…oh no…does this mean I’m crossing into the dark side?

Running in the country park

Shssssssh! It’s been sunny today. Shsssssssh! Don’t tell anyone…please.

 I got home from work, got changed and went for a run. I got my iPod out, put it into the armband and then off I went. As I was following the program, I picked a route around the country park that I thought would do and I actually had a good run. I was a bit wary at first, single person running and all that…but, by the time I got to the top of the hill, I noticed that there were many other single runners…

It was most pleasant. The warmth, the breeze, the paths, the heathland, birds, etc.

It was a good run…even if I say so!

3BTs – Smoothies, Tom Tom, Friday Evening

1. Homemade smoothies for breakfast. My recipe: soya milk, a tablespoon of yoghurt, a tablespoon of oats soaked in soya milk, mixed frozen fruit and a couple of ice cubes. Blitz in a blender…serve in a glass with a straw. Yummy.

2. Tom Tom is great. Without it I would have got myself into a 6-hour traffic jam in addition to an 8-hour journey home to Mum’s house.

3. Friday evenings are great – home from work, shoes off, drink in hand, relax.

Sister Is Coming Home…

Tomorrow, my sister arrives home. She flies directly into Glasgow airport – so I don’t get to see her at Heathrow/Gatwick before she goes home to Scotland. I toyed with the idea of leaving work tonight, phoning my neighbour to look after the cats, and then just driving home. It would have been a nice surprise for both my parents and my wee sis. But… as I was stuck in traffic I checked Tom Tom to see what the traffic would be like on the 500 mile journey. The prediction was a mean 14h 53min drive time. Traffic – a nightmare? You think?

By the time I got there she would be arriving at Glasgow…which would mean another 3- hour round trip… Does it make me an awful sister because I’m not going to do that journey?

I can’t wait to see her. To catch up. To laugh. To talk about stuff that only sisters talk about.


A trying few days. A trying few weeks. I’m not enjoying this week at all. It’s just too weird.





And other stuff…

…my ex-stepdaughter (is that really an accepted term?) has been on my mind a lot. But I’m not allowed to think about her, am I? So, what am I supposed to do?

…being a step parent. Not being a parent. Possibly being a step parent. Not being a step parent. Selfishness. What it all means? How to feel?


In summary…I need a holiday.


I work for a small company – 14 of us in the UK – that’s it. One of our products is designed to support people in the way they manage their day-to-day activities. I get it. What I don’t get is the fact that our culture has turned email into a primary method of communication . I get too much email – most of if is a waste of time (writing, sending and then having to reply). People have replaced simple conversation with “email conversation”. What I mean is six emails to arrange a place and time to meet when it could have been a simple [voice] conversation of less than a minute.

Why do we do it? Why rely on this stupid stupid means of communicating for simple things?

One person that works for me uses email to cover her “ass”, as she puts it. She wants a record of each “conversation” so that she can protect herself. Consquently, in a conversation on the phone she forgets what is said!

A lot of people at work have push email to PDA phones…the source of much frustration! People with these phones seem eager to use them as a form of IM/chat!!  Am I the only one getting annoyed by this? I know the benefits of having push email – especially when you’re away from home without the laptop (saves you coming back to a full inbox etc.), but do you really need to have access to your email 24-hrs a day??? What happens when you don’t respond immediately? People get annoyed! Today we expect an immediate response to everything…

Should we be encouraging more email traffic?  I have taken to managing email in blocks. I do an hour (at the most) in a morning when I first arrive, and then I don’t check it again until after lunch. Anything urgent, pick up the phone. And, don’t cc me on emails as I won’t read them – they are not to me…

Personal email, on the other hand, is a different matter… 😉

3BTs – Job well done, reading, Ebay

1. Finally painting the bathroom. I know it’s a bit strange, but it’s great to have a lovely clean, if a little smelly from the paint, bathroom. The weekend saw me give the bathroom two full undercoat layers – white. It looks great. Not sure I want to apply colour now. I also mowed both front and back lawns and pulled up those awful half-dead shrubs. A job well done!

2. Spending time reading. I’ve enjoyed getting into a new book and not being able to put it down – so much so, it’s on my desk right now begging me to read it.

3. Ebay’s bargains are great – when you can find them. Recently, I’ve had success shopping for a luxury item(s) and discovered that patience really is a virtue.

On Being Irrational

I know, I know… Occasionally, we women get a bad name as being irrational. It’s a sweeping generalisation to say that all women are irrational, so I won’t say it. What I will say is that a lot of women become irrational very quickly and men find it frustrating.

So why does it happen? What makes us so quick to forget due care and attention to a thorough thought process, to fly off the handle at the slightest remark or to stop reacting in a sensible manner? I don’t know the answer, but I’m sure there’s some explanation for it somewhere.

Men offer solutions to everything – they listen and before we’ve finished speaking they’ve come up with their suggestion for a solution/action* Often, this is not what’s needed and it causes us to become more irrational – as though being told what to do. Women listen. They just listen. Does this difference cause many a sane women to turn into “psycho b***** from hell”? Or is that too simple?

I pride myself on being one of the least irrational women I know. I think most people who know me well would agree. So, why then did I have one of those days yesterday which made me feel like I was being irrational? I can point to a couple of things, such as feeling bad that I didn’t go to the Lakes over the weekend – for risk of flooding and a few cutting comments from people during the day added to my irrational thoughts. (I hasten to add, there was nothing irrational about my behaviour…!)

*Sweeping generalisation but not a criticism before you think that. It’s just the way it is.