Archive for October 2011

thirty-eight, thirty-nine

October 22, 2011

So far 38 is pretty bloody awesome. And before I’m thirty-nine I plan to: toast the All Black’s as they hold aloft the Web Ellis Trophy deliver the nastiest, most tangled programme of technology projects ever in the history of the world get my full work bonus finish my coaching training buy only matching lingerie […]


October 20, 2011

At 35 I wrote the list of everything I have ever learned. I’m pretty much sticking to it. Today I turn 38, and I would like to give a little gift to you, dearest bloggy reader. What you are about to see, will, I hope (praise be to the baby cheeses) become the worldwide Christmas #1 […]


October 16, 2011

After 87 hours of driving, 2 miles from Rye we were diverted 20 minutes away due to an accident (the local policeman insisted on explaining the directions to every single driver, even though he could see we had a satnav; as if them there new fangled computerywhazits cannot be trusted). Grilled vege and a glass […]

my arse is a delicate flower

October 14, 2011

the harbingers of doom So it seems the universe is ALWAYS BLOODY LISTENING and I have lost 3 kilos in 5 days. Unfortunately this has occurred not through the mystical alignment of my body to its new sugar free(ish) status, but rather the dramatic assault on my internal bits from Wednesday’s work conference. On the […]

sweet christ

October 11, 2011

I started noticing it the week before we went to Bruges: the creeping death of the scales. On recent medical advice I had to stop any kind of strenuous exercise for a while (not difficult as I have not been for a run since the weddage) but taking the stairs and walking often meant everything body-related […]


October 06, 2011

‘Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow […]