I dug out a suitcase from under the house today. Brought a clear wallet with some empty bottles to decant smellies into. Tried to find another pair of yoga pants for the flights, and failed. Admittedly, I only tried one shop, but I don’t want running tights, and I don’t want tracksuit pants, I want … More There’s just no stopping in a white zone.
I’m trying to book my flights. I’ve got an error message, they can’t confirm my itinerary; they’re going to process it manually and the chat bot is having conniptions. I’ve checked the credit card, nothing has been taken, but I don’t have an email to confirm the issue.
Goodness me. My post yesterday blew up a bit – I’ve had a few messages to check in on me. Honestly, I am fine. I process things better when I write, so you’re gonna get this journey, warts and all because if I write about it, then I won’t stew on it. In turn, if … More It’s an entirely different kind of flying, altogether.
Whenever we are going away; I herd clothes as they either come off the ironing pile or Mt Foldmore, to the spare room. I also add ‘stuff’; spare chargers, tea, coffee, gluten free food. I’ve just been grocery shopping and picked up some snacks for the flights, as I’ve got form of getting delayed back … More I’m not ready for this
This is the bit I hate. When people do the head tilt and say ‘I’m sorry.’ Both of us feeling inadequate because we have no language for grief any more. In a way, I’m glad I’ve changed jobs. I now sit in an office with ten people, instead of over a hundred. I don’t think … More I don’t know what to say
I slept ok, didn’t do the time-honoured thing of waking up because I thought I’d over sleep. We’d packed lunches the night before, which I’m about to do now before I head off to bed, which really helped us get out the house in one piece. Not least because a massive weather front blew up … More First day jitters
My boy has gone on to brighter and better things, but sent a beautiful email to J for him to read out yesterday. Yes, I’m blowing my own trumpet a bit, No I don’t care. I’m so proud to have worked for and with Matt. Dear J I write on this very poignant occasion, to … More What BossMan sent for yesterday