One Man's Notes

I'm back in Suffolk again, providing Mum with some support before she goes into hospital again next week. Luckily my sister-in-law is handling all that, leaving me free to work and head to Le Web 3 in Paris.

But now the French are having a strike. On the day I'll be travelling home. Oh, joy. 

Ah, the trials of living in a Victorian-era building on a Victorian-era street that took some serious abuse during World War II. Thanks to the Luftwaffe, the drains in my part of Lewisham are less than robust. And, every now and then they block up, back up and flood my back passage.

What fun!

A lovely piece of music played with style by alan.

So, life.

I must getting better at posting to my blogs. I must get better at posting to my blogs.

It's a function of being a "professional" blog advisor, I suppose. I spend too long talking about blogs, and too little time doing it these days. That's sorta counter-productive, though. Becoming all mouth and no blog trousers, as it were, isn't going to do me, or the people I'm working with, any good at all.

So, I must reform. I must end my ways. I must put finger to keyboard and blog with strength and confidence, as once I blogged in the past. 

It's a new week. It's a new start. Here we go.

Oh, and here are some pics of my collegues:

Office life is so dynamic, isn't it?

This is my great great grandparents on holiday in Margate. Well, that or my great great great grandparents. My grandma's notes are hard to decipher sometimes.