Arrived in Germany with time to spare, I left my case in the Hauptbahnhof and went for a wander. Hannover is not Germany’s loveliest city, but I liked it. Continue reading Landing Safely
Travelling on my own – seeing people like I used to be: stressed.
When I missed the train into town from the airport by less than a second and it, with relentless Teutonic efficiency, closed on my nose and drew away on the dot, I didn’t tell myself I was stupid for being slow, or that it was unfair. I found somewhere to sit in that featureless underground station and I read my book (Arnold Bennett’s Old Wives’ Tale, if you’re interested, and I’m loving it). A family next to me also missed the train. The parents spoke with strained voices, blaming one another. That used to be me. Horrible. Continue reading Footloose And Fancy Free
I listen to Radio 4. All day, and even at night when it switches to the World Service. I hardly ever turn off, even when I wake at about 3am and inexplicably hear songs being sung for toddlers. (Really? At that time of night? Yes.) Well, it helps me get back to sleep. Rarely, it gets too much (the same drama for the third time), and then I turn to iPlayer, mostly. Continue reading The Police Make Two Appearances
A little while ago I responded to a post in Streetlife in my old neighbourhood, wanting to get rid of some books. Continue reading Bibliophiles
The more you do, the more you see. The more interests you have, the more things interest you. Obviously. Continue reading Healing Portrait
Not made much progress as a careershifter in the last few days.
My bollockheaded former husband has not paid the pitiful amount of maintenance he is obliged to make under the terms of our Consent Order while we still have children of school age. Continue reading Distractions
I’m back to thinking about serendipity and networking, though both have featured in previous posts. In the context of interviews. And framing things. Continue reading Framing