I have half an hour left until I get to switch my computer off, climb aboard my trusty bicycle, and pedal my way back towards town. I'm already wondering what ass-hattery will be thrown at me during the journey - this morning was the third in a row where cars have pulled out in front of me with no indication what-so-ever regarding what they were about to do. Apparently I'm invisible.
I'm sitting in the heart of Terminal 2 at London Heathrow airport once again. I have an hour until the gate is announced for my flight. I'm sitting here in cargo shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, watching the world go by around me.It's a curious experience, watching people in an airport - particularly one as… Continue reading Terminal 2
While walking between the lounge and kitchen this morning, wondering if to empty the washing machine next, or empty the dishwasher, there was a thump thump thump at the front door. "Ah, that will be the Nokia 3310", I thought. By the time I got to the door Miss 12 had appeared from thin air,… Continue reading Waiting for Nothing
Today I find myself holed up in the study/junk room at home, drinking coffee, and trying to get my head around something I have been studiously avoiding at work for some time. The real reason I'm working from home is to take receipt of a replacement for the mobile phone I bought on Saturday. The same… Continue reading Working from Home