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The final countdown

Just over 2 weeks before I leave work. I think I’m properly looking forward to it now.  People seem not to understand why I’m even bothering to show up each day. How rude!  Although turning up for an 8am call today, when I suspect my main contribution was to prevent the two other participants from conversing in their own language, was a bit of an ask when outside there was a beautiful dawn.

Now putting together a few facts and figures in case I’m called upon to make a leaving speech tomorrow at the Christmas buffet. Apparently I’m the only one prepared to be Father Christmas! I’m going to pretend I have at least half an hour of speechifying. Hopefully that’s not what they’re expecting. Good stand up practice ?

Blundering through fog

After a busy and satisfying weekend seeing friends and family, work this week is just depressing.  I’ve almost stopped being of any use to anyone because of my imminent departure – just over three weeks to go – but still seem to find plenty of boring emails to write. The weather and the trains don’t help – nor the persistent headache.

Wondering how I’ll adjust to not working in the high pressure environment- hoping all will become clear soon when the fog in my brain lifts. 

Grey Jude

Combination of a very cold and dull day, and a remastered raw version of Hey Jude on the radio on my walk to work, ensured that both eyes were crying today. Too much nostalgia on the radio today.  Made me think too much that a life has passed when I should be looking forward.  Grr  get a grip! (Unusual posting from before 9 – not yet rational)

 

Why is it nearly always low tide? Mornings are so much more positive when it’s high tide.

OMG I slept with my brother-in-law

Not so shocking actually – we were in bunk beds and my husband was there too.  Oops, is that worse?

No – really, it was part of a big family weekend. We rent a whole youth hostel once a year to accommodate the seemingly vast numbers of relatives on one side of his family. To me, with very limited resources in the sibling and cousin department, it never ceases to impress me that there can be such a range of people with wildly mixed generations all happily chatting, playing games, eating, drinking, arguing and laughing together – and regularly asking each other whether they are second cousins or first cousins once removed. Why do we never remember this from one year to the next?

We’ve decided we need a bigger hostel next year. The more the merrier- and I’ll be retired so I can actually cook something to take with us instead of raiding Waitrose on the way.

Trains, migraines and Prince Charles

Have had a few days being too grumpy to write anything. This is largely to do with waking with a migraine every sodding morning this week and the complete crapness of Southwestern Railingways – plus a creeping fear that retiring is “the wrong thing”. (It isn’t. Probably…)

Migraines – I am so tired of these and will explain more another day.

SWR – they put up clever videos about how they’re dealing with autumn leaves on the line but then something completely different goes wrong instead and the trains go even slower. Or don’t turn up at all. However, there’s good  sport in hoping one of our many unscheduled pauses will be right next to the “Bollocks to Brexit” poster just before arriving at Waterloo. That cheers me up a bit. Just the fact that it says Bollocks in big letters at 7am.

Today’s early morning trip to work was surreally completed by staggering through the revolving doors, obviously with the usual chilly tears streaming down my right cheek, but this time with the accompaniment on my radio earbuds of the National Anthem. It’s apparently Prince Charles’ birthday. Cue even more surprised welling up. Our security guys must wonder about me.  Still they let me in whatever state I seem to be in.

That quite cheered me up too. Ludicrous.

Remembrance

Today on the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day it matters not that one of my eyes is crying, indeed probably no problem with both of them leaking a bit. I joined a decent-sized crowd of people in the town centre and croaked through a couple of hymns and the National Anthem (a whole octave down from where I used to be able to sing – I guess that’s better than part of an octave, which would have sounded appalling).

I feel drawn to this event each year although have missed many. I do not have any distant relatives lost in the war – at least, not those to whom I have  any real connections.  But there is something compelling about the collection of people with their thoughts, standing side by side with others I do not know, remembering images from newspapers, television, imagination. Respectful and sombre. Recalling my father in law who was a prisoner of war in WWII.

The remembrance parade and outdoor service are always haphazard – many people seem to have no idea it is on, there is plenty of ambient noise around town and we are in the way of people trying to go about their shopping – but today we managed a tolerably quiet 2-minute silence and at least one of the bugles was excellent. Only one cadet had to be escorted away with his face whiter than his hat.

I love the mix of people who attend. Some elderly, many much younger and with small children. Quite a few very smart coats, jackets, ties – some medals of course, and plenty of uniforms in the parade – but also people in running gear or walking boots who are just taking the time out between other activities. I don’t see this as any less respectful.  An abundance of different types of poppy this year gave an extra element of interest to the casual spectator in the longer parts of the prayers.  Actually, talking about attention span, it was amazing how many people really couldn’t hang around after the silence.  We are so busy these days that we can’t wait a few more minutes for the procession to wind its way back to the church.

I was pleased to see on Facebook later in the day a full set of photographs of the ceremony around the war memorial in the village where I grew up. I don’t believe I ever attended as a child but somehow it was still nostalgic. Do we just make up what’s important from our past?  Probably.  But if it is uplifting somehow, then why not?

 

 

Balcony for one

On holiday on my own. Bit weird now I think about it – have previously just spent days alone tagged onto work trips, not actually set off on my own. But this balcony would not have worked for two. Who would have thought I could sit outside and read without a jacket in Sofia, Bulgaria in November?

Cinema Paradiso

Someone recently told me I should make sure to say yes to things.  You regret those things you didn’t do much more than those you did.

I was invited to an outdoor film showing of Cinema Paradiso in a neighbour’s back garden last night. Coldest evening so far this year – didn’t really fancy going in the end but remembered the advice.  Arrived to find a change of plan – turned out it was too windy to set the screen up in the garden.

I don’t think I’ve ever previously been to a party where random neighbours wearing multiple layers of underwear and furry boots sat on a sofa and cried gently together – but it worked a treat.  Particularly when someone went and fetched a rather wonderful homemade sloe gin.

Glad of the extra hour in bed this morning…

Start at the end

I have just resigned. I have worked for the same organisation since 1989 and it’s time to stop. I think you know when it’s time – when you’re in one of those offices where they use three letter acronyms for everything and your favourites are WTF and FFS.

I’m calling it retirement.  I’m actually not quite old enough for that – believe what you like – but I just want to do something else with my life before it’s too late.

Hopefully I will be able to leave at Christmas.

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