A necessary break in planning and other leisure related activities in the homestead, as there are radiators and pipes that need to be stripped out and replaced. And despite the lovely (!) weather, this is the right time of year to do that work. Anyway, with the woodburners lit, it’s reasonably comfy and warm.
One good thing from this – I’ve been able to concentrate on sorting out the paperwork. Debts have been cleared, bills paid up, other items booked and paid for, no great need to rush to sell anything, and more plans made for the near future.
And I’ve also asked for my Civil Circus pension to begin payment early, along with the lump sum promised too. Frankly, I’d rather I have the money in my accounts working for me than lying in HMT being spent on who knows what.
Still have to keep reminding myself I don’t have to travel into an office for the following morning. Odd feeling. But a good one.
And today marked the end of almost 21 years with the jolly old Civil Circus.
It was good to hear from those work colleagues who mattered, sending me good luck messages, all much appreciated. It was entirely unsurprising I didn’t hear from any senior management at all. In all honesty, I would have been shocked if they had got in touch. Sort of provides me the affirmation – as if I needed it – that my time in that department was done.
I look forward now to a new freedom to construct my days how I want them to pan out. To get on and achieve what I want without interference or interruption. At last, free time and free resources come together so that I can get on with my plans and ambitions.
First objective is to relax and unwind from the work ethic, the mantras of mandatory management tosh that never added any real substance. A debriefing of sorts. The complete dismissal of work obligations and demands.
And – it seems I cannot stop smiling.
Paid tribute to a wonderful gentle giant today. A passing expected, due to his protracted ill-health, but still sad to see him gone. A wonderful service, with great memories shared amongst friends and his devoted family. I will always have fond recollections of our times together, at various events up and down this great land.
Slainte – rest in peace.
Just a few days ago, a friend of mine passed away in his sleep. He’d been poorly for some time, but had fought it well, long after the initial suggestions from the original diagnosis. I’d not seen him face-to-face for a few years but had kept track via friends and social media. While it was no surprise to learn of his passing, it still left me a little saddened.
And as such, the loss of another friend puts ‘Life‘ into perspective, again. When I decided to relocate to the Borders, it was after I’d lost others in my life. Their deaths had spurred me on afterwards to look at what I had and what I wanted.
The loss of my father was one of the first, and that seemed to fittingly sever any interest in maintaining links I still had with London, where I was born. I lost a few more friends from the re-enactment scene and that made me consider taking up the medieval period as a ‘must-do‘ ambition I had not yet achieved. And then I lost a few work colleagues, tragically taken far too soon and leaving families behind, that made me realize my employer wasn’t an entity I wanted to remain with for the years to come.
So it is that I find myself not anticipating another change, as I’m living in amidst it right now. I have other new ambitions to look at after next week, when I finally leave my employer, and escape the Civil Circus. But it does provide me the nudge to still consider what else should I do. What else could I achieve? Is there something I would find that gives me a new horizon to strive for? I’m not sure yet, so I’ll list up some ideas, review them and see what’s practical and proper.
Rest in peace, old friend. Slainte.
After a few weeks of observing and thinking and re-thinking, I finally pressed the commit button and pledged on a KS project. Exactly not doing what I said I would never do again. I am so weak.
To be honest, I watched the communication and interaction, and it was good – it was way better than most of what I’ve been involved with. Most of the work is already done behind-the-scenes too, the crowdfunding is to get the production sorted. Add-Ons are relevant and affordable, although I’ve not got much there to worry about. And rarely for a US-based project, shipping to UK and EU is already factored in, and won’t be an afterthought. And I watched the stretch goals too, and they were sensible, realistic, well thought-out and above all else, achievable. So I decided to go for it.
I am quietly confident that this one will be OK, indeed, the project creator answered my question on delivery, and I like what I read.
We shall see. But it looks to be a sensible one.
So – we vote again.
With two General Elections, the local government election a month ago, and the EU Referendum last year, those temporary polling booths and stubby pencils have certainly seen very active service.
I’ll refrain from making political comment, as that’s still the Cardinal Rule for this place. But I can still state I appreciate the freedom to participate in all of this. And I appreciate the efforts and sacrifices of those earlier generations who served and fought so I may do so.
That’s particularly timely given the date – one day on from a major event 73 years ago, that saw Allied forces begin the liberation of Western Europe from a political creed that opposed democracy.
Let we forgot.
It has been a long time since we lived in an area that provided for a take-away food bonanza. Back then, back down south, we’d relaxed into an accepted pattern where we probably ordered up two or three times per week – the standard drill for Friday game nights, pus one or two other occasions as suited our lack of effort or inclination.
When I look back now, and think of all that stuff that we consumed and the money it cost us, I do end up quite surprised. I guess it’s a life trait thing, something you need to face up to or challenge yourself on. Environment and opportunity greatly affect it, as we have here, where there is no real convenient fast-food outlet in the village. So it means that when we do veer off course when travelling homewards from work to stop and buy something, it’s less whim, more planned and considered.
Except last night. An annoying day of frustration at work followed by a need to shop to replace things, that actually added to the frustration – from changed layouts to indolent staff – by the time we had acquired most of what we needed, I was the one that suggested on a whim to grab food to take home.
Don’t get me wrong, it was delicious, well-cooked, well-served, and not that expensive, and it did provide a great way to kickback at home, consume and relax. It achieved the desired result. I was restored to contentment.
But I already know it’s not a habit I want to get back into.
Therefore, I remain quite glad we live where we do, and we take more interest and pride in what we can create and cook for ourselves, to eat better, fresher and healthier food, and to source all that from the local region too. We are indeed quite fortunate.