Falmouth and new job start
Spent last week on holiday in Falmouth, as is my wont. We had glorious weather, I am very tanned, and am stuffed. Went swimming most days, mostly out of some sense of masochism, as the water at Gylly is freezing, deep and the current is strong. Penzance - marazion, St Michael's Mount - is warmer, being merely cool, unbelievably shallow and clear. It's more like pool water than seawater. I had to swim halfway to the Mount before it got above my head at mid tide. and then I amused myself by frightening people by swimming to the castle just as the causeway was uncovered and emerging at the rockpools. There were many 'where the fuck did you come from?'s. Stuffed self, (put on six pounds, now have a stomach), meandered about, went on ferries, toddled around Eden. Bought... um...earrings, cute work shoes, sandals, a few vests, a t-shirt, fudge, Terry Pratchett & Stephen Baxter's Long Earth and Caitlin Moran's How to be a Woman.
Started at new job. Which is a bit odd. Aside from desperately trying to learn all the new systems over the past couple of days (come back, old job's workflow and your step-by-step system! all is forgiven!) and convinced I'm going to forget them by monday. New team appears nice. The only really weird thing is - business park. weird green echoey space, there's a bit of a village at one end, right out in the middle of oxfordshire. Food is a couple of pubs and a couple of sandwich-shop type places. oh good lord was I spoilt in London.
Olympics - haven't seen much of it, but generally pleased at everyone who's taking part. And the general UK attitude of 'omg we got a medal in *that*? seriously? Well done, you!' (especially in sports that don't involve sitting down - our gawping at men's gymnastics was *impressive*). The opening ceremony was a thing of beauty and AWESOME and complete batshitness and reminded us of all the things we're proud of and showed us ourselves. Yeah, that's us: green and pleasant land, Industrial Revolution, women's rights, multi-cultural, Mr Bean and Chariots of Fire, the awesomeness of childrens' lit, the NHS, Abide With Me tribute, moths on bicycles, the Queen and 007 parachuting out a helicopter and some fucking banging tunes. And bursting into tears at the torch and lighting of the candle being about the passing on of the flame from the experienced to the young hope of the future and the cauldron being many creates one.
Started at new job. Which is a bit odd. Aside from desperately trying to learn all the new systems over the past couple of days (come back, old job's workflow and your step-by-step system! all is forgiven!) and convinced I'm going to forget them by monday. New team appears nice. The only really weird thing is - business park. weird green echoey space, there's a bit of a village at one end, right out in the middle of oxfordshire. Food is a couple of pubs and a couple of sandwich-shop type places. oh good lord was I spoilt in London.
Olympics - haven't seen much of it, but generally pleased at everyone who's taking part. And the general UK attitude of 'omg we got a medal in *that*? seriously? Well done, you!' (especially in sports that don't involve sitting down - our gawping at men's gymnastics was *impressive*). The opening ceremony was a thing of beauty and AWESOME and complete batshitness and reminded us of all the things we're proud of and showed us ourselves. Yeah, that's us: green and pleasant land, Industrial Revolution, women's rights, multi-cultural, Mr Bean and Chariots of Fire, the awesomeness of childrens' lit, the NHS, Abide With Me tribute, moths on bicycles, the Queen and 007 parachuting out a helicopter and some fucking banging tunes. And bursting into tears at the torch and lighting of the candle being about the passing on of the flame from the experienced to the young hope of the future and the cauldron being many creates one.