

As most of you know, I am quite new to blogging having only really taken it up in earnest from March this year. One of the things that always fascinated me was how people find each others blogs and comment – I follow about half a dozen blogs at the moment (which I have discovered though all sorts of means) and I have always wondered what it would be like to have people comment on my blog. Blogger ‘pundits’ have always said that it takes a while and you just have to keep sending your stuff ‘out there’ (whilst figuratively patting me on the head like I am a small, impatient child)…
But today it happened to me!
Imagine my joy to login in this morning and find a Comment Moderation email. With great excitement, I clicked on ‘YES’ to publish and I am pleased to announce that my first Gidday From The UK comment has appeared!
All Hail Valley Girl!
cking…how bloody rude!
So what’s this all about Alfie?
It’s been an interesting few days for me with plenty of new conversations to have around my next opportunity (you know, the one where I’m not a lady of leisure any more?) I also wore my fabulous new fuschia jacket for the first time this week (a bargain Florence and Fred find) and got lots of great comments on it…and tried another new hairdresser (despite initial raptures, the last cut turned out to be far too unmanageable to look always-fabulous) which has gone much better. So a good week for me all round…
But is there something in the air…a weird moon or something? Because things in my friends’ worlds have not been so great. Discovering news of one’s ectopic pregnancy yesterday and then finding out this morning that another had been burgled earlier this week while she, hubby and kids were asleep was just…shocking. I can’t think of any other word to describe how I felt. I mean in a logical sense, I know that crap stuff happens to good people and all that but these terrible things happening to these wonderful strong women friends of mine just seemed so out of the blue and almost too much to ask anyone to deal with – one with a betrayal of her body and the other, a violation of her home.
You might think that this makes my ‘good news’ week seem trivial in comparison. But it made me think how important it is to pay attention to all the great little moments in life – a bit like eating a really juicy slice of watermelon, savouring each bite and letting the juice run down your chin – so that when things are ‘out of season’ the wonderful snatches of everyday are the things that get us through. So this is me sending out some of my everyday ‘YAY!s’ into the world and hoping it gets us all through…
They are building the world’s largest offshore windfarm…in the Thames Estuary off the Kent coast…and all I have to say is
YAY!
Okay well maybe I have a bit more to say. I have been an advocate of alternative energy production methods for a little while now – actually since I attended a talk at The Melbourne Writers Festival about 8 years ago that revealed that solar panels on the roof of the Victoria Market generated energy equivalent to powering a number of the surrounding suburbs…and ‘Joe Public’ seemed to know nothing about it! Whilst some reports of late seem to claim that the UK has an abundance of fossil fuel which could continue to support current methods of energy generation, it’s not renewable and it will run out – maybe not in our time but certainly at some time.
Anyway, I am really thrilled to hear about this project – and Friends of the Earth say that it could be generating power in time for the 2012 Olympics. Now that’s a result that will no doubt fuel a few Olympic-sized PR dreams…
And there’s News from the Patch: The strawbs are almost ready for picking – a couple are almost all red and I can’t wait to actually taste one that I have grown…stay tuned for some ‘summerberry’ snaps soon…
Britain’s Got Talent – so they claim – but with all the fuss in the press about songstress Susan Boyle, I’d kind of gone off it all…until I heard that dance act Diversity took line honours in last night’s Final. The prize (for those of you who don’t know) is that they get to perform at the Royal Variety Performance 2009…oh and they also get £100,000. Nice!!!
I love great dancing and it was with chills up my spine that I watched Diversity’s Finals performance on Britain’s Got Talent on youtube this morning – amazing, amazing, amazing! The choreography alone left me speechless enough (what an awesome future, Ashley Banjo has…and he’s studying physics???) but the execution by the guys was just extraordinary and it made me smile and go ‘wow!’ in alternate breaths and I felt thrilled and disappointed (in an ‘I just want to see more’ way) when it was over. So I went back to see their other BGT performances:
First Audition:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPcGy77Gru8&feature=related
The Semis:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pg3fvanDDc&feature=related
The Final:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJIz8BgRQc0
What a showcase! And what worthy, worthy winners…Britain really does have talent!
eat race against time with that amazing twist right at the end, we ran all over Rome with Robert Langdon, reading the symbols and absorbed in the ‘legend’ of the Illuminati right to the end. So exhausted were we from our thrilling adventure that afterwards, we decided to refresh ourselves Italian-style – at Pizza Express. Buona salute!!
I spent last evening revisiting my teenage years – surrounded by thirty 16 year olds at a bqq/costume birthday party for J’s daughter. Wow, let me tell you there’s nothing like it for reminding one’s childless self (again and again…about 30 over!) that one is actually old enough to have children of this age!
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In a couple of recent email exchanges with my step-mum, we have been bemoaning how little change for good people in organisations seem to be able to achieve. We are both full of examples in politics, business, religion and community groups (there’s my residents association sitting right on my doorstep!) where passion and a willingness to put oneself on the line, instead of sitting around whingeing, appears to get squashed under a mantle of esoteric waffle. In fact, in watching those around absolve themselves of the responsibility to achieve anything with great alacrity and frequency, one’s energy seems to become more absorbed in deciding whether to throw oneself on one’s sword for the cause or adopt a pragmatic ‘hands in the air’ retreat.
I attended the launch of a white paper yesterday on the future of my profession and was dismayed at the lack of ‘way forward’ that the professional body, of which I am a member, was standing for. The big multi-nationals are used time and again to show examples of where good practice delivers results – but not everyone works for a multi-national or for that matter a SME (small-medium enterprise) so that leaves a rather significant group in the middle ground…those who haven’t been made redundant, that is…whose needs are not being served.
I have always been one for sticking my ‘money’ (so to speak) where my mouth is so I’ve recently become the Treasurer for one of the Institute’s new Member Interest Groups and am determined to champion a more pragmatic approach (to the IG) as part of this. But will sticking my chin out again just result in it being an easy target for the ‘right hook’ of esoteric waffle and the ‘upper cut’ comfortable apathy? Only time will tell…
Not working at the moment gives me the opportunity to indulge in lots of different things but also to enjoy resting in the times between all of the doing. I seem to have loads more energy – both physical and mental – the latter which, for those that know me, is always looking for an outlet in reading, crosswords, puzzles etc but I am also sleeping more soundly each night than I have for a long time.
There are times when being surrounded by busy working people makes me feel a little lazy (old habits die hard!) but it does make me wonder whether we all wouldn’t be better off with a little less of the doing and a bit more of the in-between resting.
I have a desk calendar that has a ‘thought’ for each day and here is today’s:
“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” Barbara Jordan
Would this give us a small space to regroup, re-energise and re-focus – to rest between the ‘doings’ of life?
Imagine how quiet it would be…

