A Cheery Start

An old man greeted me this morning as i cycled into work today with a cheery 'Morning' which seemed as heart felt and sincere as any so brief greeting between strangers could be. I obviously replied with a chirpy, 'Good morning', trying to emphasise the Good. I was earlier than usual, but it really made me consider whether i should come earlier everyday, just to see this man.

So i finally managed to go swimming before work (hence my early start). It was ok, as ok as any exercise can be, but it has unfortunately meant i have now felt like i have licence to eat anything i want all day. This included a crispy cream doughnut for breakfast!

Have now written an application for the Rainbow Farm, Brazil, which was a great exercise, and somewhat stumped me when it asked, 'What can you do for the organisation?' i find it hard to write all my skills and offers without seeming vane or like i am inflicting something upon them, I will come and improve your organisation. Its weird how so many various random skills can come together to be relevant, from being a good horse rider (from decades ago), a current practitioner of family dynamics and trying to keep children in the home, to having analytical skills from my masters giving me the resources to assess and evaluate any project they want. I kind of feel sometimes like i walk along my road picking various skills from the tree's at the wayside until i will one day reach the market with a full basket and a contented mind.

Task: Make a list of all my accumulated skills and email it in my completed application form to Rainbow Farm.

The Topic is:

Today in a 'team meeting' the manager of the team got upset and left 15 minutes in, saying 'i'll be back in a minute'. She promptly returned to her desk to work as if nothing had happened. The rest of the team stayed for the reaminder of the 2 hour meeting, puctuated by a short, yet very amuzing break as the managers-manager went to look for her and eventually called her on the phone. Apparently the argument was over whether the word Topic should be added to a sentance. My colleague Sparkles and I have no initiated a bet to see how many times we can say Topic in the next team meeting. On reflection (and some assistance from XSS) i realise that this is mean. Now i think i'll just get her a Topic chocolate bar instead.

P.S I'd like to start spreading random apprication around London. This weeks challenge, should you choose to accept:

Buy and give a choclate bar to a bus driver when you get on the bus!

The Start

So its Sunday afternoon and i am BORED. Xss gone to see his parents, Tx gone to Uganda, and no-one else bored enough to engage with me.

Thought i'd get this blog up and running again in order to map my progress of moving from London, sorted, friendly, domestic straggler, into Development Dynamic, communune owning nanny with a rainbow of children hanging off her apron tails.

Currently Xss and i are looking to leave next summer earliest after his sister gets married, and look at doing something for a year before reconsidering. haha.

Project Xss found last week looks promising with a position in 'research on child traffiking'! thats up my alley but will i find it too sad, as i imagine with all these things, its not so much the outcome of each of these individual children that counts, but the details around each of their sad stories.

Task for the week: Read more about Outreach International