It's been a mixed bag this week. The rain has slowly died out, and been replaced sun. But also by seriously cold temperatures!
But it was beautifully crisp this morning. The best winter weather as far as I am concerened. I don't kow how cold it was when I left to run this morning, but the cars were still white from frost, as was half the road.
When I reached the lake it was a wonderful winter landscape (minus the snow). Everything was white with frost, and everyones breath hung in the air in front of them. For once I was wearing gloves for running - and didn't take them off until the last 1 or 2 km's. I also kept my running cardigan on - I normally take it off after 3kms (or at the very least undo it and pull the sleeves up. Not today - on and done up until I got home.
But, it was one of those mornings that made me glad to live here - the trees hanging in the slightly misty distace, the first and second bridges (yesterdays picture is number 3) poking above the tree line in the distance, a slightly darker shade of white to the mist and almost like a shadow. Wonderful - I couldn't help but smile whilst running, it makes the distance a breeze to run.
A great end to a difficult week - work has been so rushed. Too many final things for the project, and too many meetings to get anything else done. I did at least manage to go drinking with colleagues again though - it's been a while since I did that, and was an enjoyable hour or so.
Friday was great - it's time for my monthly one to ones with my team and I decided to do a walking talk to take in the sunny weather. Problem was it was about -5 and by then end of the last one my fingers were completely numb! Still I had a good chat with my team members, and we got some nice plans for the short term future that should make their life more interesting, and bring the innovation back to the department. Should be fun for all involved and make the business happy at the same time.
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Saturday, 29 January 2011
Saturday, 18 December 2010
And it looked so pretty...
From inside the office. Or even when we went for a walk during lunch.
The snow hit Hilversum yesterday. As it hit the rest of the Randstad (the 5 major cities in the Netherlabnds). Mrs Stace was shooed out of her office by her boss in case it turned into mayhem. I sent the guys that work for me home and was planning on leaving myself and working from home for a while. I was supposed to be meeting with a few (ex)colleagues after work, but that was cancelled as people were worried about getting home. Unfortunately I had to interview someone for the role of the other team lead and the guy was already on his way to the office so I had to stay.
I did the interview and checked the trains - 'rijd vandaag niet' was plastered all across the information that I could get to (which wasn't the official site as that had crashed with all the people looking at it). In case you had not guessed that means 'isn't going today'. Looking at the traffic site I was decided that I would have been no better off in the car - there was a sea of red on the ANWB (Dutch AA) travel site meaning all motorways were stationary.
I walked to the station to see what I could do. There seemed to still be trains going to Amsterdam Central - but I would have been worse off there if I couldn't get further. A bit of searching found an employee of the NS who was swamped with angry people. Eventually she had time for me. I managed to put a smile on her face by offering my sympathy for the stress she was having with angry people (it's not her fault it snowed is it). She told me the best thing to do was to go home and try travelling another day. I pointed out I was trying to get home, but did have the offer of a sofa should it be required. Apparently there was a chance of getting out of Amsterdam - but it was not huge. So I called my friend back and stayed at his place and took him up on his offer. Had some nice french food (he's from France), played some Teken on the 360 - I haven't played that type of game for more than a decade but managed to do OK with some finger mashing and luck (his girlfriend probably came out on top, he lost and was not happy with it). Played some Worms (again his girlfriend won one, and drew one with me) and had a race with him (one win each) and finished with some Guitar Hero (which I have never played before and, how can I put this... Oh yes, I sucked. Totally - I never realised it was so difficult!)
This morning I dragged myself out of bed (it wasn't an early night) had some coffee and croissants (the French really know where to find nice food!) and tried to get home. Most of the intercities had been cancelled, but the slow trains that stop everywhere were pretty much OK this moring. I don't normally take them - they are not that comfortable and take an age - but I just wanted to get home!
So here I am, a total time of 21 hours to get home - but thanks to a good friend it was not anywhere near as bad as it could have been, and was for others.
The speed in which the snow fell was the cause I think. At 11am there was no snow on the gound, by 2pm there was 5 inches of it, and it didn't stop there.
Be safe all,
Stace
The snow hit Hilversum yesterday. As it hit the rest of the Randstad (the 5 major cities in the Netherlabnds). Mrs Stace was shooed out of her office by her boss in case it turned into mayhem. I sent the guys that work for me home and was planning on leaving myself and working from home for a while. I was supposed to be meeting with a few (ex)colleagues after work, but that was cancelled as people were worried about getting home. Unfortunately I had to interview someone for the role of the other team lead and the guy was already on his way to the office so I had to stay.
I did the interview and checked the trains - 'rijd vandaag niet' was plastered all across the information that I could get to (which wasn't the official site as that had crashed with all the people looking at it). In case you had not guessed that means 'isn't going today'. Looking at the traffic site I was decided that I would have been no better off in the car - there was a sea of red on the ANWB (Dutch AA) travel site meaning all motorways were stationary.
I walked to the station to see what I could do. There seemed to still be trains going to Amsterdam Central - but I would have been worse off there if I couldn't get further. A bit of searching found an employee of the NS who was swamped with angry people. Eventually she had time for me. I managed to put a smile on her face by offering my sympathy for the stress she was having with angry people (it's not her fault it snowed is it). She told me the best thing to do was to go home and try travelling another day. I pointed out I was trying to get home, but did have the offer of a sofa should it be required. Apparently there was a chance of getting out of Amsterdam - but it was not huge. So I called my friend back and stayed at his place and took him up on his offer. Had some nice french food (he's from France), played some Teken on the 360 - I haven't played that type of game for more than a decade but managed to do OK with some finger mashing and luck (his girlfriend probably came out on top, he lost and was not happy with it). Played some Worms (again his girlfriend won one, and drew one with me) and had a race with him (one win each) and finished with some Guitar Hero (which I have never played before and, how can I put this... Oh yes, I sucked. Totally - I never realised it was so difficult!)
This morning I dragged myself out of bed (it wasn't an early night) had some coffee and croissants (the French really know where to find nice food!) and tried to get home. Most of the intercities had been cancelled, but the slow trains that stop everywhere were pretty much OK this moring. I don't normally take them - they are not that comfortable and take an age - but I just wanted to get home!
So here I am, a total time of 21 hours to get home - but thanks to a good friend it was not anywhere near as bad as it could have been, and was for others.
The speed in which the snow fell was the cause I think. At 11am there was no snow on the gound, by 2pm there was 5 inches of it, and it didn't stop there.
Be safe all,
Stace
Sunday, 5 December 2010
Stupid Drivers!
A quick post about last nights trip home...
After we left my sister in laws the roads were starting to get slushy - the temperature had raised to about 0 and it had started to rain a little. This meant that the snow (which actually provides an amount of grip if you treat it right) had turned to slush (which slips a lot more). My mother in law was not happy that I said I would be fine driving home (they had offered us a bed for the night, but I am shattered after the week I had and just wanted to sleep in my own bed) and called us to say that the roads were very slippery when they left (15 mins before we did).
So I was driving slowly, making sure not to use the brakes when I didn't need to and everything was fine. It started to slip a little in a couple of places, but nothing major or truely unpredictable. We reached the motorway and it was better - not as good as on the way there but more than manageable, albiet at slower speeds. Until someone decided it had got too slippery in front of us and half an emergency stop (90kmph down to 40ish for no reason). Thankfully there was enough space between us, but it did rather put my heart in my mouth...
We got back to our exit of the motorway and I was slowing down for the exit when a transit van started to get closer and closer. On the slip road itself all I could see was one headlight and a ford badge filling the rear view mirror - which started to get me annoyed. He must have started to slip at some point as suddenly there was lots of space between us. Appraching the junction traffic lights I tried to make sure that I could be in the lane he wasn't in should they change to red - which thankfully the didn't.
At the next set of lights he was along side of me and I could see it was a minibus full of people - I assumed it was a taxi and commented to Mrs Stace that I would not be happy if I had hired that mini bus to get us around. Whilst the lights were on red I heard him revving the engine lots and rocking back and forward on the clutch - but gues he must have slipped when the lights changed to green as he was a long way behind me suddenly (and I was only doing 60% of the speed limit).
Then a couple of KM's along there was a red light, I started to slow down early - working my way down the gears and saw this van move into the lane next to me. Then speed past me. I remember thinking 'if you don't slow down soon you are not going to stop'. Then thinking 'really, you need to stop'. At the last moment I actually thought he was going to do it. But no. He slammed into a stationary Merc at the lights with such force that the merc was propelled into the BMW in front of him which was in turn moved about three car lengths into the junction.
I pulled behind the van to offer my details to those hit as a witness, and make sure everyone was OK - putting the hazzards on the car to warn those coming down the road still.
And what did the driver of the Minibus say (it wasn't a taxi BTW I was wrong in my assumption). "I tried to stop, but it's just to slippy you can't do anything can you'. Except that the BMW did, as did the Merc, as did I. Those types of drivers are what I truely hate about this weather - that accident was not waiting to happen. Someone who had no idea how to drive caused that accident. Idiot. I spoke to the driver of the BMW today, turns out that 15 people got out of the minibus designed for 9 when the police got there...
After we left my sister in laws the roads were starting to get slushy - the temperature had raised to about 0 and it had started to rain a little. This meant that the snow (which actually provides an amount of grip if you treat it right) had turned to slush (which slips a lot more). My mother in law was not happy that I said I would be fine driving home (they had offered us a bed for the night, but I am shattered after the week I had and just wanted to sleep in my own bed) and called us to say that the roads were very slippery when they left (15 mins before we did).
So I was driving slowly, making sure not to use the brakes when I didn't need to and everything was fine. It started to slip a little in a couple of places, but nothing major or truely unpredictable. We reached the motorway and it was better - not as good as on the way there but more than manageable, albiet at slower speeds. Until someone decided it had got too slippery in front of us and half an emergency stop (90kmph down to 40ish for no reason). Thankfully there was enough space between us, but it did rather put my heart in my mouth...
We got back to our exit of the motorway and I was slowing down for the exit when a transit van started to get closer and closer. On the slip road itself all I could see was one headlight and a ford badge filling the rear view mirror - which started to get me annoyed. He must have started to slip at some point as suddenly there was lots of space between us. Appraching the junction traffic lights I tried to make sure that I could be in the lane he wasn't in should they change to red - which thankfully the didn't.
At the next set of lights he was along side of me and I could see it was a minibus full of people - I assumed it was a taxi and commented to Mrs Stace that I would not be happy if I had hired that mini bus to get us around. Whilst the lights were on red I heard him revving the engine lots and rocking back and forward on the clutch - but gues he must have slipped when the lights changed to green as he was a long way behind me suddenly (and I was only doing 60% of the speed limit).
Then a couple of KM's along there was a red light, I started to slow down early - working my way down the gears and saw this van move into the lane next to me. Then speed past me. I remember thinking 'if you don't slow down soon you are not going to stop'. Then thinking 'really, you need to stop'. At the last moment I actually thought he was going to do it. But no. He slammed into a stationary Merc at the lights with such force that the merc was propelled into the BMW in front of him which was in turn moved about three car lengths into the junction.
I pulled behind the van to offer my details to those hit as a witness, and make sure everyone was OK - putting the hazzards on the car to warn those coming down the road still.
And what did the driver of the Minibus say (it wasn't a taxi BTW I was wrong in my assumption). "I tried to stop, but it's just to slippy you can't do anything can you'. Except that the BMW did, as did the Merc, as did I. Those types of drivers are what I truely hate about this weather - that accident was not waiting to happen. Someone who had no idea how to drive caused that accident. Idiot. I spoke to the driver of the BMW today, turns out that 15 people got out of the minibus designed for 9 when the police got there...
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
I thought this was supposed to be gone
Where is spring? Here in Holland we had one week of stunnning weather, the BBQ got it's advised yearly clean (why only once I year I don't know - but that's what the instructions say) - and my nails turned black... It got used twice, I've seen some lovely scenery running / skating around the lake.
Riding the bike *to* work at 6:30 was warm, sunny and overall nice.
Riding back in the evening was *hot*, sunny and overall nice.
Now it's 4 degrees again when I come to work, my nose has exploded, my throat feels like sandpaper, my tonsils hurt and I'm coughing up some seriously evil looking stuff (how's that for a nice mental image!)
I thought that by this time if the year the colds were supposed to be behind us, and the weather was supposed to be picking up!
Bah, humbug!
Riding the bike *to* work at 6:30 was warm, sunny and overall nice.
Riding back in the evening was *hot*, sunny and overall nice.
Now it's 4 degrees again when I come to work, my nose has exploded, my throat feels like sandpaper, my tonsils hurt and I'm coughing up some seriously evil looking stuff (how's that for a nice mental image!)
I thought that by this time if the year the colds were supposed to be behind us, and the weather was supposed to be picking up!
Bah, humbug!
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Mixers
A bit of an up and down week this time. Still feeling a bit from last weekend (much to Mrs Stace's annoyance), and possibly a little more clingy than normal.
That said, the week itself has not gone too badly. I've had quite a productive week at work - playing with Team Foundation Server 2010 readying myself for the upgrade that is going to happen later this year (the fun part of being team lead is that I can pretty much decide how I spend my days providing the team has work, and regular tasks are completed on time). Looks so much nicer than the old 2008 version, and the installation routine has been made a doddle - click through wizzard and away it goes. See how an the upgrade from our current server goes in a couple of weeks.
And the weather has been kind enough to allow me to take the bike a couple of times this week. Froze my hands off in the morning, but in the evening coming home it was fanatastic. Roll on warmer mornings!
Speaking of the bike... Here's what she looks like:
Not bad for something 7 years old I think...
That said, the week itself has not gone too badly. I've had quite a productive week at work - playing with Team Foundation Server 2010 readying myself for the upgrade that is going to happen later this year (the fun part of being team lead is that I can pretty much decide how I spend my days providing the team has work, and regular tasks are completed on time). Looks so much nicer than the old 2008 version, and the installation routine has been made a doddle - click through wizzard and away it goes. See how an the upgrade from our current server goes in a couple of weeks.
And the weather has been kind enough to allow me to take the bike a couple of times this week. Froze my hands off in the morning, but in the evening coming home it was fanatastic. Roll on warmer mornings!
Speaking of the bike... Here's what she looks like:
Not bad for something 7 years old I think...
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Brass Monkeys
Contect Warning: Petrol head bike post below!
Well I went for the test ride yesterday and noted two things...
1) After not riding since November due to the snow and ice I had forgotten just how much I love it
2) I always forget just how cold it is when riding in winter temperatures :)
I got my old bike going, always interesting in cold weather - it fires and then dies unless you get the choke *just* right; one mm too much and it doesn't start at all one mm too little and it fires for 1/2 a second. Rode it to the local jet wash to clean the gunk off of it and to get the tyre pressures correct and then set off.
It's so much fun! Even keeping legal, riding is just a fantastic rush. When I set off it was cold (tights, socks, inteligent suit (warm in winter, cold in summer) below and inteligent suit / t-shirt above) but quite doable under the leathers. Summer gloves (I hate riding in winter gloves - warm hands, but no feel) no neckerchief but it was fine.
Hit the motorway and decided that maybe lack of neckerchief was maybe not the best idea :) But nothing too bad. After riding for 30 miles or so the temperature suddenly plummeted and within a few miles I couldn't feel my fingers, seeing as the pain was starting to make in roads into my concentration I stopped at the next petrol station and swapped my summer gloves for the space tech winter ones. Instantly I could feel my fingers again, unfortunately instantly the heat pain started, I gave it a couple of mins before starting off again :)
Got to the garage looked the bikes over; I had my eye on two different ones, one was older with more KM's but was a much neater bike. After uhming and ahing for a few mins I settled on the older one. It looked cleaner, was stock and didn't raise any alarm bells. The newer one was covered in power stickers, had an illegal carbon exhaust that would have to be changed before I could take it and has tiny indicators at the back. All made me wonder how it had been ridden in it's life...
After trying to get what I could for my bike (half what I wanted) we agreed on a price. I could have gone elsewhere and got another 300 for my bike (I think) but the bike would have been a lot more than that so I settled. Then came the test ride.
OMG. At this point I should point out that I love sports bikes. My first bike was a little GPZ500S - looked a little sporty and was fun enough, but was a perfect first bike as it was gentle on the rider. My current bike is an SV650S. A Suzuki Ducatie imitation, quicker then the GPZ, but still a budget bike and still fairly sedate. I have decided though that at 33, and with 10 years of riding under my belt, it was time to get a bike I really wanted. Seeing as the servicing (and purchase) cost of real Duke was *way* out of my price range - I wanted a 748 Biposto, but that's a pipe dream - I decided a japanese bike was the way to go. Now I know that Honda's have a great reputation for reliablility but I find the CBR's just too chunky looking. They look like an IL4 rather than a twin. The only one that doesn't is the Yam R6. I don't know how they make it so compact, but it's no wider then my SV, and is such a pretty bike...
I was expecting a difference between the SV and the R6 (obviously) but seeing as there are not that many steps between them I was shocked at just how much difference there is. The clutch on the R6 is ultra light, and has very limited feel, the other controls work just so much sharper than the SV. The first 200 meters I looked like a fool in expensive leather, on a supersports bike trying to find the bite point of the clutch and a balance point of the throttle somewhere between 1000 and 10000 rpm. A bit of low speed riding and it started to come together, but it's going to take some practice before I become proficient at pulling off I think.
I was surprised at how easy it is (once you are moving) to ride at low speed - once you are actually moving. The engine only really works at high RPM, so keeping it between 3000 and 4000 it's such a laid back ride. It flip flops nicely in the bends and was really pleasent for town riding - something I was not expecting.
Then I took it for a quick blast between junction on the motorway. At 8000 the engine changes totally. You have to keep you eye on the speedo because it just takes off, keeping it at legal speeds is easy enough (the old adage that it's only as quick as your right hand still works here), but I had to conciously do it. I guess over the first few weeks I'll get used to it and it'll become second nature.
Got back to the shop, agreed to fix the issue I found (wear bar on the front tyre, so that's being replaced) and did the paper work. I pay for it today and pick it up on Friday. Can't wait!
Lastly... I want to know how people with new licenses possibly think it's a good idea to start with these bikes. With 10 years experience it was not 'easy' to start with it. I can imagine that you want the nice fast bike when you first pass, but surely after test riding it you would think 'hmm, maybe I should practice on something closer to the power I learnt with before taking this on'? I came across the term Squid in the search for the R6. It describes everything I hate about a certain type of new rider. Stupid, Quick ,Underdressed, Imminently Dead. It's a pet hate of mine - people who buy expensive bikes as their first bike. Talk the whole day about how they raced this that and the other on the way to work, and ride in jeans and coat becuase their budget didn't stretch to the leather suit. I prefer people who do it the other way - first bike budget = what you can afford - cost of good quality safety gear. Sorry rant over, these people just annoy me.
Well I went for the test ride yesterday and noted two things...
1) After not riding since November due to the snow and ice I had forgotten just how much I love it
2) I always forget just how cold it is when riding in winter temperatures :)
I got my old bike going, always interesting in cold weather - it fires and then dies unless you get the choke *just* right; one mm too much and it doesn't start at all one mm too little and it fires for 1/2 a second. Rode it to the local jet wash to clean the gunk off of it and to get the tyre pressures correct and then set off.
It's so much fun! Even keeping legal, riding is just a fantastic rush. When I set off it was cold (tights, socks, inteligent suit (warm in winter, cold in summer) below and inteligent suit / t-shirt above) but quite doable under the leathers. Summer gloves (I hate riding in winter gloves - warm hands, but no feel) no neckerchief but it was fine.
Hit the motorway and decided that maybe lack of neckerchief was maybe not the best idea :) But nothing too bad. After riding for 30 miles or so the temperature suddenly plummeted and within a few miles I couldn't feel my fingers, seeing as the pain was starting to make in roads into my concentration I stopped at the next petrol station and swapped my summer gloves for the space tech winter ones. Instantly I could feel my fingers again, unfortunately instantly the heat pain started, I gave it a couple of mins before starting off again :)
Got to the garage looked the bikes over; I had my eye on two different ones, one was older with more KM's but was a much neater bike. After uhming and ahing for a few mins I settled on the older one. It looked cleaner, was stock and didn't raise any alarm bells. The newer one was covered in power stickers, had an illegal carbon exhaust that would have to be changed before I could take it and has tiny indicators at the back. All made me wonder how it had been ridden in it's life...
After trying to get what I could for my bike (half what I wanted) we agreed on a price. I could have gone elsewhere and got another 300 for my bike (I think) but the bike would have been a lot more than that so I settled. Then came the test ride.
OMG. At this point I should point out that I love sports bikes. My first bike was a little GPZ500S - looked a little sporty and was fun enough, but was a perfect first bike as it was gentle on the rider. My current bike is an SV650S. A Suzuki Ducatie imitation, quicker then the GPZ, but still a budget bike and still fairly sedate. I have decided though that at 33, and with 10 years of riding under my belt, it was time to get a bike I really wanted. Seeing as the servicing (and purchase) cost of real Duke was *way* out of my price range - I wanted a 748 Biposto, but that's a pipe dream - I decided a japanese bike was the way to go. Now I know that Honda's have a great reputation for reliablility but I find the CBR's just too chunky looking. They look like an IL4 rather than a twin. The only one that doesn't is the Yam R6. I don't know how they make it so compact, but it's no wider then my SV, and is such a pretty bike...
I was expecting a difference between the SV and the R6 (obviously) but seeing as there are not that many steps between them I was shocked at just how much difference there is. The clutch on the R6 is ultra light, and has very limited feel, the other controls work just so much sharper than the SV. The first 200 meters I looked like a fool in expensive leather, on a supersports bike trying to find the bite point of the clutch and a balance point of the throttle somewhere between 1000 and 10000 rpm. A bit of low speed riding and it started to come together, but it's going to take some practice before I become proficient at pulling off I think.
I was surprised at how easy it is (once you are moving) to ride at low speed - once you are actually moving. The engine only really works at high RPM, so keeping it between 3000 and 4000 it's such a laid back ride. It flip flops nicely in the bends and was really pleasent for town riding - something I was not expecting.
Then I took it for a quick blast between junction on the motorway. At 8000 the engine changes totally. You have to keep you eye on the speedo because it just takes off, keeping it at legal speeds is easy enough (the old adage that it's only as quick as your right hand still works here), but I had to conciously do it. I guess over the first few weeks I'll get used to it and it'll become second nature.
Got back to the shop, agreed to fix the issue I found (wear bar on the front tyre, so that's being replaced) and did the paper work. I pay for it today and pick it up on Friday. Can't wait!
Lastly... I want to know how people with new licenses possibly think it's a good idea to start with these bikes. With 10 years experience it was not 'easy' to start with it. I can imagine that you want the nice fast bike when you first pass, but surely after test riding it you would think 'hmm, maybe I should practice on something closer to the power I learnt with before taking this on'? I came across the term Squid in the search for the R6. It describes everything I hate about a certain type of new rider. Stupid, Quick ,Underdressed, Imminently Dead. It's a pet hate of mine - people who buy expensive bikes as their first bike. Talk the whole day about how they raced this that and the other on the way to work, and ride in jeans and coat becuase their budget didn't stretch to the leather suit. I prefer people who do it the other way - first bike budget = what you can afford - cost of good quality safety gear. Sorry rant over, these people just annoy me.
Saturday, 14 November 2009
'Tis Healthy To Be Sick Sometimes
According to 'Henry David Thoreau'. Be? I'm not so sure (and could have lifted that quote entirely out of context :) )
I sit her typing this whilst yellow goo keeps trying to escape my nose, with my whole body - including teeth- aching. (Sorry for the mental images there :) )
It's been another hectic week. After a weeks vacation I was still very relaxed on Monday, and into Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon I needed another vacation - my most inportant project should be going live soon, and the business *still* do not know what they want, and like to try and blame IT for not reading their minds. Ho hum I supppose.
I had a moment of personal epiphamy this week. Unforunately that has caused more issues than it solved, including a number of almost sleepness nights, - still not sure where I am going with it... Whilst I wanted to share that I had the moment of clarity - I am not sure I want to go into details just yet. Maybe when I realise what to do with it I'llshare more. I also need to beable to think it through more (which isn't that possibe with a thick head).
And to end of a brighter note. It's christmas in 6 weeks. That means that I get to start baking my christmas cake (well should have started two weeks ago, but was too busy sorting the house out for my parents visit). I love this time of year - and normally spend the next 6 weekends in the kitchen making mince pies (with home made, Delia mincemeat) christmas cake - or truding around the shops trying to think what my other half would like for a gift.
Well my cup is empty, so it's time to malke another cuppachino - and juding by the sound on the windows it's pouring with rain again...
I sit her typing this whilst yellow goo keeps trying to escape my nose, with my whole body - including teeth- aching. (Sorry for the mental images there :) )
It's been another hectic week. After a weeks vacation I was still very relaxed on Monday, and into Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon I needed another vacation - my most inportant project should be going live soon, and the business *still* do not know what they want, and like to try and blame IT for not reading their minds. Ho hum I supppose.
I had a moment of personal epiphamy this week. Unforunately that has caused more issues than it solved, including a number of almost sleepness nights, - still not sure where I am going with it... Whilst I wanted to share that I had the moment of clarity - I am not sure I want to go into details just yet. Maybe when I realise what to do with it I'llshare more. I also need to beable to think it through more (which isn't that possibe with a thick head).
And to end of a brighter note. It's christmas in 6 weeks. That means that I get to start baking my christmas cake (well should have started two weeks ago, but was too busy sorting the house out for my parents visit). I love this time of year - and normally spend the next 6 weekends in the kitchen making mince pies (with home made, Delia mincemeat) christmas cake - or truding around the shops trying to think what my other half would like for a gift.
Well my cup is empty, so it's time to malke another cuppachino - and juding by the sound on the windows it's pouring with rain again...
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