Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Farewell Robert

Its been a funny old 20 years, we have had our challenges but in all that you have been my best youngest son. I admire your convictions and long may they strive to be the complete person you will become. You are away on your adventures, not before time I might add but none the less you are flying. I really wish you all the best of times in the U knighted States of America and when you leave they will be poorer for you not being there.
Look after yourself and always remember we do love you all the time, we might not like you sometimes but that comes with the territory, get over it.

Monday, 15 August 2016

RNLI take on the BBC and other things that matter

Just watched a program on the RNLI, a look at how the operate.
The program took us to some thought provoking footage, real people saved from drowning, real life savers, good people who inspire you to give your donation with pride. 
I did get the impression that some volunteers did enjoy the extreme sea conditions or a fast ride in a state of the art speed boat. Both parts of the argument, are they equally just? Michael works for the RNLI and has a lot of pride and belief in what they do.

Robert has left the building, yes he is on his way to the U Knighted States of America. I do remember Mark leaving for the UK many years ago, Mark my oldest boy, Robert is the youngest. Just to put it into perspective for those that do not know my extended family. I have five children and in their order of birth it happened like this, Mark, Gary, Angela, Michael and Robert.

Mark’s leaving was a big, emotional experience and this one has proved to be very similar. I have Chronicled this is the Chronicle and if you really want to see the outcome from this saga, visit iBooks and you will find The Chronicle here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-chronicle/id928959613?ls=1&mt=11

Susan just does not cope with the saying goodbye or the leaving, suffice to say she probably flew every mile with him and experienced every hiccup along this start of his journey. Two nights of very little sleep has left her tearful and exhausted. Mothers do this, it is just what they do. 
'Byddant yn dychwelyd yn arwyr.' (They will return home as heroes) That the Welsh version.

We left just after 6:30am on Saturday and made good time to Heathrow, giving us plenty of time to check the wee boy in and have a coffee, before sending him on his way, through security that is, he only took off an hour and a half later.

We, on the other hand took 4 hours to get home, summer traffic and a hot weekend as forecast. Never really believe the forecast but it is a guide, other than that you could put your head out the window and take your chances.

Happy travels Robert.

Saturday, 6 August 2016

Days of our Lives

It has been a funny old day trying to keep up with the fast moving world and still staying creative. The end of the month and the billing that goes with it always puts the fear of God into me. Susan always says I charge too little and always seem to spend more time on the project then I have quoted, maybe I do, but that is the nature of what I do. Still the money does come in handy.
Trying to hold onto a day that seems to be slipping away with every new call I get, while still trying to equate what the client wants and if it is indeed feasible and if he really needs it? Grumpy coders are another challenge in this ever changing pot of intellectual pie that cannot be ignored.
I have just had a birthday and I am a little surprised at the amount of port and sherry that was given to me for this happy occasion. It does seem to date me in relationship to the people who bestowed these fine bottle of booze on me. Gone are the days of fresh white wines, noble whiskey and strong cheese. Robert was the first with a vintage port, socks and sandals? You silly, stupid boy. Then a supplier I barely know sent me a bottle of cheap sherry, nice of him but does he see me as the port drinking member of the population, he thinks, drink it as a medication. Another silly, stupid boy. He is probably 15 years younger than me but has been older for many years now. 
'Mark me, get a lady friend who will wake you up and give you back your actual age without recrimination, who will get you to cut your hair so it does not look like your mothers and make you want to enjoy going to work, even if it to annoy people all day, get a life. Life is short enough without retiring before your time.’

Getting back to my birthday, we went to the Lambs Green pub for a meal. Sally and Mark joining us, nice surprise, Sally actually bought me a wonderful bottle of wine wrapped to perfection. It does make a huge difference when the gift is thoughtfully wrapped. The wine on the other hand was good, bad, maybe indifferent, really cannot remember or if I have actually opened it yet. Oh well it the thought that counts. Incidentally the service at the Lambs Green was atrocious. The manager was mentally retarded or stupid or both, the food was good but I do foresee dwindling support for that pub in the future. I ordered a bottle on red wine and was basically handed the unopened bottle and a glass and left to get on with it. 
I know how to open a bottle of wine, I do it most nights but when you paying three times more for an average bottle of wine, you do expect them to open it, pour a little in your glass to taste, then leave you to get acquainted with the bouquet in your own time. I really hope that whoever paid the bill did not leave a tip. 

As I said at the beginning, it has been a funny old day and I do expect the coming years to be much the same.