…when I should have been tucked up but was making my Yarmouth pilgrimage I spied this beautiful morning scene. Now, Dear Reader, my camera is good close up but not brilliant for far away stuff but nonetheless
The sun was just rising, there was a dusting of frost on the ground, and the white line that you can see just above the grass was a low lying mist. It was so lovely that I went back into the house for the camera.
My week has been one of getting my head around my new job and that has taken up all of my
limited brain power! My knowledge of the geography of South America is up to Mastermind standard, I know all sorts of strange shipping jargon (for instance did you know that a ‘dog’ is one of those big lever handle thingys on the big metal doors that have fire equipment and things in…) and I have booked flights for marine engineers from and to the oddest of places (El Ferrol in Spain to Curacao in the Dutch Antilles being one of the strangest). It’s been a breath of fresh air to do something different after years of doing the same thing and I am really enjoying it , although by Friday the few brain cells that haven’t been killed off by too much wine ached like mad. I’ve got another two weeks whilst the person I’m replacing works out her notice before heading off on maternity leave and then that’s it – I’m on my own….blimey!
On the home front bugger all has been achieved. I have been just too tired to do anything in the evenings and have holed up in front of the telly. TG is off to South Africa tomorrow for a the first month of his job (back for Christmas for two weeks and then off there for five months *sniff*) and so I shall be getting my act together and getting on with things in the run up to the festive season (it’s not far away folks..yikes!). There are things to make, things to finish off and things to think about making. I managed to cross another half dozen little presents off my list today (thank you Tesco buy one get one free!) and so the list is looking a little healthier than it did before. The Smallest Baby Girl is coming to stay tonight and to watch a spot of Strictly with Nanny (I foresee much dancing round the sitting room) and Grandad has insisted that if she’s having fish fingers, then so is he. Sometimes I wonder who exactly is the two year old in this scenario…