It’s the last day of February, and the daffodils are in bloom. Perhaps there aren’t ten thousand visible at a single glance, but there are certainly a great number in all different spaces, from public parks and private gardens to pub yards and churchyards.
In view of the fact that tomorrow is St David’s day, I have been collecting photographs over the last week.
Continue reading “ten thousand saw I at a glance”
At the business networking meeting I attend each week, we were recently talking about what we’ll do when we are allowed to meet up in person again. The group started just before lockdown last year, so we had a few face-to-face meetings before we were obliged to reorganise and meet on Zoom.
Those first few meetings were held over breakfast at a hotel. We’d gather together just before 7am and were usually finished by 9am, though some of us would then order more coffee and continue the conversations. Essentially, though, the meetings took place outside the business day.
Continue reading “mornings”
I commented yesterday that I hadn’t had room in my brain recently for all the thoughts I wanted to think. But it seems I must have disconnected enough this weekend to start more ideas moving, as I woke up early this morning wanting to get writing.
At the moment, I’m not sure there’s much clarity among the ideas, which are tumbling out fairly haphazardly – and almost simultaneously – into several documents, all open at the same time.
Continue reading “A big as your imagination”
Even though pandemic regulations don’t allow us to do half the things we might like to do at the moment, I don’t think I can be the only one who’s still finding it hard to find time to do everything that’s on my “to do” list.
I certainly intended to write two blog posts this weekend, as well as preparing several business-related articles and a stack of emails ready for the coming week.
Continue reading “just a thought”
One of the wonderful things about living in a multicultural society is the way it offers you so many opportunities to celebrate so many things. Or, perhaps, so many opportunities to celebrate the same thing several times and in different ways
I don’t like the commercialisation of festivities, so I’m not a great one for Christmas and the like, and I don’t usually celebrate New Year, either. But there are years when I’m beginning to feel a little more positive a bit later on in January, and if that’s the case, I can celebrate Reyes (aka Epiphany) on January 6th. Or I can wait and celebrate Old New Year on January 14th.
Continue reading “cattle prattle”
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