Day One of my maternity leave does not bode well for the next five weeks. I’m so bored my heart rate is approaching cryogenic levels. I’d expected to feel bored at some point, before Bump arrived. I just didn’t expect it immediately upon arriving home from my last shift...
Consensus is that I should leave the professional blogosphere to its own chest-beating devices, and instead let this site be a personal forum for me to discuss my musings and goings-on, and occasionally show my hobby achievements — not for any ulterior career motive, but just for the sheer...
The proverbial ‘They’ say that honesty’s the best policy. Whoever ‘They’ are, I doubt they work in business marketing. Because, after all, it would be damaging to business if the customers knew Director Bob has his financial plan sketched on a crumpled napkin, or that he dances naked and...
I feel just a little bit shafted. I suppose what happened was, strictly speaking, above board. It was legal. But it feels exploitative, too. I had done some freelance work for Joe Bloggs of Company A. Company A then went into liquidation, so the amount of my last invoice...
There’s a problem with being asked to put my feet up; to ‘relax’. I get bored. If pregnant women aren’t supposed to keep busy, why does the acknowledged concept of ‘nesting’ even exist? We’re known for keeping busy! This was a good time to move house, because I could...
At the risk of sounding like a 10-year-old, it wasn’t my fault. My ‘blog more often’ goal for 2012 was dependent on my having the means, and although I had expected a delay in getting phone and internet services after moving to a new house, I hadn’t quite expected...
Boxing Day is the worst metaphorical sugar-low ever. It started even earlier than Boxing Day, this year. The evening of Christmas day had me feeling sad. All the presents were opened, the food was eaten, the guests were departed…and Christmas felt over. Even the tree didn’t seem sparkly anymore....
9 days ago Enraptured with a new enthusiasm for honey and the magical bee, I visited the local Arataki Honey factory. I didn’t anticipate being able to buy comb honey there, as it hadn’t been listed on their website’s product list, but I was resolved to ask where I...
If I channeled Eeyore, I’d bemoan how miserable life is when one has a sore throat and relentless cough. I imagine that would not be an enjoyable read, and even less enjoyable to write. Better to channel Pollyanna, and talk about the much more interesting silver lining I’ve discovered,...
Depending on which unreliable statistic you source, you’ll find a person will move house about 16 times in their lifetime. If that’s to apply to me, I can conclude I’m not going to reach my 30th birthday. For the thirteenth time I’m relocating my life in a mosaic of...
