Just a few weeks after saying a fond farewell to my colleagues at the end of my temporary contract, I appear to be saying a happy hello to a whole new bunch of people. Despite the fact that I already had back-to-back shifts as an exams invigilator scheduled throughout May, I applied for an administrative role that I didn’t actually believe I had any chance of getting but I figured that the interview experience would be useful. However, to my utter astonishment within a couple of days of thinking I didn’t do particularly well in front of the interview panel I was offered the position.
This new job will be at a higher pay grade than I’m used to and in a department that I’m not remotely familiar with, however, they clearly saw some potential in me so I shall endeavour to prove to them that they made the right decision. It does go to show that no matter what you believe you’re capable of, it never hurts to aim that little bit higher…
By a happy coincidence, the sun was shining and I was off work at the same time as a friend with a car, so the only thing for it was to head off to the seaside for the day. Forty five minutes later we were walking on the sand discussing beach huts when we noticed that just across the road were some amazing gardens.
Apparently, the local council had spent a vast sum of cash, including money from the Heritage Lottery Fund, on regenerating their eight Edwardian gardens. Wow! So much to see it was a little overwhelming at first. Bluebells were everywhere, along with yellow irises, large white daisies, wallflowers, marigolds and dozens of beautiful flowers I don’t know the names of. Ponds, waterfalls and sculptures were dotted around the place along with pagodas and other such hideaways to enjoy some shade in the heat of the day.
Walking works up your appetite so after a large portion of chips we went off to explore the docks and nearby nature reserve, before returning to the pier for cappuccinos and a final wander around the perfectly manicured lawns. I’m so lucky to have like-minded friends, who are willing and able to treat me to special day trips like this…
Days can be special for many reasons; birthdays, anniversaries, and so on, but today was special for me because I got to combine two things I really love doing. I spent the morning catching up with my gorgeous twin daughters over cups of tea and jammie dodgers, which is my most favourite pastime in the whole wide world. Just seeing their faces and listening to all of their news fills my heart with joy.
In the afternoon I took full advantage of the sunshine and went for a three hour walk in the countryside to a quaint little town next to a river. Spring had well and truly sprung and the air was full of birdsong as I wandered along the winding pathway flanked with hawthorn bushes in full bloom.
Upon arrival there were plenty of nautical things to appreciate and as I sat on the quayside, enjoying the warm sun on my face and the sound of the splashing of boats passing by it occurred to me that sometimes the best things in life are the things that money just can’t buy…
We’ve all done it; saying to an old friend ‘We must meet for a coffee soon’ and then it goes weeks, months or even years before you actually get around to it, but when you can both finally find a small gap in your hectic schedules it’s lovely to be able to finally catch up properly.
Texting, emailing and Facebook messaging are all well and good but there’s nothing quite like a face-to-face natter to help you to re-connect fully with old mates. Neither of us could actually recall how long it’d been since we last put the world to rights over a cuppa, but as the old saying goes it’s better late than never.
The venue was a local contemporary art gallery, so we combined our nattering with a look round the latest exhibition before heading off to the tea rooms for refreshments. Window seats ensured we had a lovely view of the garden as we discussed everything from holidays to hand gel, and before we knew it the afternoon had whizzed past in the blink of an eye.
In a busy world where we meet new people day in, day out, it’s very important to show how much you still value your old friendships.
Ever since I was a child I can remember being a huge Formula One fan. This was back in the days when cars were refuelled during races while mechanics puffed on cigarettes nearby; health and safety not a big issue back in the 70s apparently. A few decades later, and with so many new rules and regulations you need a degree just to keep up with the commentary, I remain a massive Grand Prix fanatic; the irony being that I can’t actually drive.
With an exciting night race in Bahrain imminent I stocked up on all the essentials, including bottle of booze and a selection of snacks, before settling down in front of the tv for an afternoon of sheer indulgence. Being footloose and fancy free gives you the opportunity to yell at the screen whenever any other car gets too close to your favourite driver, without incurring disapproving sideways glances or tutting by those who simply don’t appreciate the emotional roller-coaster of watching 20 fit young men hurtling around in the dark at 200 miles per hour in multi-million pound vehicles around stunning locations.
Two hours later and the Prosecco was almost gone, while the lounge carpet was littered with crumbs. I have no idea how tired the drivers were but I was exhausted! The post-race analysis was far too complicated for my delicate brain, although David Coulthard provided some rather delicious eye candy. Personally, I can’t think of a better way to spend a cold, wet Sunday afternoon – next stop Shanghai!
Or more accurately in my case, if your shower breaks get a plumber to replace it. I pride myself on the fact I can DIY with the best of them, however when it comes to major water and electrical issues I have to stand back and allow a professional to deal with it.
For twelve long years my beloved power shower had been a faithful servant, so when it suddenly decided to blow the electrics in the house last week there really was no other option but to have it replaced. I did make a few enquiries regarding fixing the wiring issue but the advice from those who know best was to allow the poor thing to go off to the bathroom appliance graveyard in the sky, and pay for a new one, which is exactly what I did.
The chap arrived early in the morning and after a couple of hours banging around my fabulous new device was installed, and I couldn’t be happier with it. The little red LED lights and all the chrome are proper ‘fancy pants’, oh, and it blasts out piping hot water at high speed too! Why patch up something that’s well past it’s prime when you can comfortably afford something better…?
After one of my co-workers made a passing comment about getting a neck massage on campus for her muscle pain, I was keen to investigate further as I’ve spent years suffering with my arthritic neck. A quick check of the website confirmed that the on-site Sports Therapy Clinic wasn’t just to treat sporty students with games-related injuries but also available for staff to take full advantage of as well.
An email enquiry was made, followed up with a phone call, and to my amazement there was no waiting list and I could get an appointment any time I wanted (unlike the jolly old NHS). This morning, off I went to the snazzy new facility that only opened six weeks ago, where I was greeted by a lovely young lad who took a detailed medical history before taking me into a private room for further investigation. He was extremely thorough with his assessment and came up with several really helpful pieces of advice before ending the session slathering my bare back in scented oils (all legal and above board despite it feeling ‘wrong‘ to be enjoying a young man massaging me while topless, especially at the place where I work).
I have to say, the treatment I received was first class, and with appointments available whenever I need one I’ll definitely be a regular customer, and at just £5 a session it’s ridiculously good value for money. What a result…!