They say a week is a long time in politics. In real life (well, in my little real life) its an absolute geological age. Its been a week since I last put pen to metaphorical paper in my little "Busy Book" (I have to thank Mrs Elson and Mrs Shaw - my favourite Sandy Lane Infants School teachers for the 'Busy Book' reference) and in that time it has to be said that life has been good to me.
Work (and I do love working) has been brilliant and driving me to distraction with its complexities and challenges, so that during the days I am an eating/drinking work-machine, totally buried up to my armpits in glorious 'stuff' only coming up for air for an occasional sandwich and coffee. I am working with a team of guys who are like-minded and purposeful, yet who still have time for a sideways look at life.
I suppose I am feeling 'grounded' once more in the real issues of what matters to the world of work. It is a glorious happy place and feeling.
On the personal front, I am re-discovering the basics, and its been fun. It's been a whale of a weekend - fulfilling on every level. There has been ice and snow, and warm winter sunshine and a heady mix of happiness that has been missing in my life for far too many embarrassing years. I am beginning to enjoy myself for who I am once more and in doing so have started to enjoy other people for who they are rather than who I thought they were - a very different beast indeed!
So - there you go; an incredibly positive posting at a time I thought only a few weeks ago would be blistering cold and lonely. Life does move on and I am amazed at myself.