Why we do this
Yesterday I spent most of the day knee deep in mud building bed edging. It was cold, windy and bloody unpleasant.
I was wondering why I was doing it.
Today at 10.00 I was slumped in a deep, squashy sofa in a rather nice coffee shop in Coleford, drinking excellent Americano and scoffing a triple chocolate muffin.
I remarked to the Green Lady that most of the people I know or knew would have just struggled in to their desks through the gales and rain, would probably be drinking disgusting coffee, and would be trawling through their weekend backlog of email telling them about things they had to do and reminding them of their appointment for the much dreaded *Employee Empowerment course.
This is, of course, why we do what we do.
Because we can.
*Or the Personal Dignity course. No. Really. I didn't make that one up.....
I was wondering why I was doing it.
Today at 10.00 I was slumped in a deep, squashy sofa in a rather nice coffee shop in Coleford, drinking excellent Americano and scoffing a triple chocolate muffin.
I remarked to the Green Lady that most of the people I know or knew would have just struggled in to their desks through the gales and rain, would probably be drinking disgusting coffee, and would be trawling through their weekend backlog of email telling them about things they had to do and reminding them of their appointment for the much dreaded *Employee Empowerment course.
This is, of course, why we do what we do.
Because we can.
*Or the Personal Dignity course. No. Really. I didn't make that one up.....