I am seriously wondering how I ever found time to go to work. Nearly a year now since I waved goodbye to the commute and to the City, but I now seem to have a busier time than I did when I was hotfooting it up to town each day.
This week I went up to London on Monday to see my GRANDDAUGHTER and then came back on Tuesday evening (short train so packed and ended up sitting on the floor between the litter bin and the toilet...oh happy day), wind and snow and freezing cold when I got off the train, Wednesday off to Cambridge for lunch with my friend Jan Jones (this was meant to be the last lunch before the baby arrived...), pigged out totally and really enjoyed it, then on Thursday took my mother and myself off to the dentist in Ipswich. Now I loathe going to the dentist. This is a legacy from my years from 11-14 when I had braces and I mean real braces, grin at people and my mouth flashed metal, and I spent hours in the dentist's chair and suffered, oh boy, did I suffer. This has meant that this grown up pensioner shakes like a leaf before going and demands a full anesthetic before being examined. However, not too bad this time, lots of scraping and cleaning etc but I came out feeling like the proverbial wet hen.
Today at home but catching up on my work for the UK Coaching Partnership, which I have shamefully neglected the last week and eyeballs now dropping out and I am overwhelmed with Facebooking, Buzzing, Blogging and Tweeting and still have a nasty feeling that I have yet to come to grips with all this stuff. Was offered a book to review all about these websites and their uses and would I like a copy? Oooh yes please says I, in the vain hope that I may be able to actually understand the great world of Twitterdom.
Mem: I know one Tweets on Twitter but does that mean if you receive a post you are a Twittee or a Twit?
So the end of the week and exhausted but am posting up again tomorrow as I am meeting up with a friend to see Private Lives by Noel Coward, starring Matthew McFadyen and Kim Cattrell. Again, this was booked as a pre-baby treat and I will now be viewing it through half closed eyes and trying to stay awake instead of all alert as I would have been and this sentence is now getting very long and confused so I will stop.
AND then after that I am having a meeting with my other lovely daughter, Kathryn, or Auntie Kitty as she has now designated herself. She is down from Leeds for the day to make the acquaintance of her niece and we are going to have a glass or two in the evening by way of celebration and I also want to hear all about Rio from whence she has just returned.
So we come to Sunday when total collapse will set in.
Monday, I am off up to London again with car full of meals for daughter's freezer
and so it goes on
Please don't think I am complaining. I am not. Just so happy I can help and see my lovely gorgeous Florence as often as possible. However, I have about 50 books on my To Be Read Pile and so all you lovely publishers out there who have, and are, sending me books - please bear with me.
I am doing my best..........
