<sigh> I love March. Not only is the 1st of March my parent’s wedding anniversary but it also means that spring is on its way. I am seeing more and more pictures of crocuses on Instagram and I can see the daffodils trying their hardest to make our garden look half decent. There is even blossom forming on some trees around the corner.
Last week I had a meeting in a hotel (stop smirking at the back!) where we perched in Reception for a couple of hours to have an offline discussion and do a bit of recruiting. I don’t get to see my main client that often as both our jobs are fairly mobile, and she’s not my only client. Plus, well I often have important Tweets to send
I am plagued with self doubt. I always have been. Not believing in myself is sort of what makes me, well, me really. Am I am good enough mother? Wife? Colleague? Friend? Blogger? I want to be good at all those things and it is hard to know if I achieve it. I guess compliments every now and again mean I must get some things right.
Uh Oh. I wasn’t sure I was ready to share my guilty pleasure with you. You will judge.
There will be no going back after this one.
Not me. Though I must admit there are times when I can get a bit hysterical, I admit. But something I witnessed on Saturday night, that I have never seen since I saw George Michael put a shuttlecock down his shorts and then throw it in to the crowd. And that was so long ago he was straight.
I have made no secret of my disapproval of the Kindle. I have written about how I much prefer books a couple of times. Laughed as people on planes are told to put their “book” down as the Captain is preparing his descent and therefore all electronics must be stowed away. Savoured having to go to the book shop to buy a book, the delay in getting hold of it adding to the anticipation. Sticking two fingers up to the immediacy of the download. Enjoyed physically turning a page, even turning down a corner to signify where I am in the story. Not having to worry that I will drop it in the bath and ruin it (we have all put a book on a radiator at some point, haven’t we? And carried on reading it even if it bears no relation to a normal book anymore).
Yet again this week the planned Ranty Friday gets binned and a replacement hastily bashed out in a rage. A RAGE. This time over a tweet that I saw last night, from, of all places, Harrods. Yes, that Harrods. They tweeted the following:
We are over half way through the Team Honk relay now (Not sure what that is? Do take a peek at the Team Honk blog for all the info you could possibly need) and have raised 95% of the target. Which is staggering. And brilliant. And going to make a real difference to projects supported by Sport Relief.