Christmas decorations, to me, are very special.
The two in the picture above are my most
recent acquisitions...but I won't be keeping them.
They are for my son and his new bride.
The Christmas decorations were obtained very, very recently, at Easter, in Wales.
Very close to Portmeirion where the wedding was held and where we all stayed.
Mr Blue Sky married Miss Bird.
Surrounded by family and friends......and love.
So.... a couple of not so good months.....followed by a week of pure non stop morning to evening happiness.
Ain't life grand?
Today has been a long day.
For work purposes, on a training day, if you spend hours and hours in a room with people who have not been around as long as yourself it is wearying.....so very very wearying.
Yes I know I am old, yes I know I have been doing the job for far too long,
yes I know that I am yearning to retire.
I am tired.
I have heard it all before..the words sometimes change and may be in a different order
but 'stating the bleeding obvious' never alters.
I am good at my job.
That statement by the way is not me being big-headed....it is a recognised fact....and not just by me!
(Although I do blush to type it.....but this is my blog so I am allowing myself a small pat on the back).
Watching people have light bulb moments and feel enthusiastic used to be fun and entertaining...that person feeling motivated was me 30 years ago. It is not me now. So I keep quiet. I am worn down.
Worn down but never negligent, un-professional, uncaring, impolite or slapdash, I am able to hold my head high and acknowledge what I have learned over those years. Realistic is the term I prefer.
Experience often does count and I know that I can trust my judgement and am very, very rarely off kilter with regard to people ........I know the difference between shit and shinola (film reference anyone?) .
So on days like today I keep quiet but oh how I have struggled ... and managed to not sigh in frustration everytime someone has said 'writ' instead of wrote and 'fink' instead of think..... AND YES I KNOW THAT IN THE LONG RUN IT MATTERS NOT, THAT ENGLISH IS A LIVING LANGUAGE ETC., BUT IT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL PEOPLE!!
It grates on my very last nerve.
I KNOW I am judgemental, unforgiving, old and not open minded..... I know.....but I am also bloody fed up.......
and now I can hear you all saying 'miserable old cow needs to get a life and not be so up herself'...........
but typing that was so cathartic.
Our weekend in Gdansk was 3 nights/4 days and to be truthful that was a little too long.
Yes it was lovely to spend time with the mister and not be at work but in truth Gdansk is a
one trick pony for a tourist.......albeit that trick is, in parts, pretty and cheap and interesting....which is what we tend to go for on our 'why not?' city breaks.
We treated ourselves to a lovely car/driver combo from the airport to the hotel when we arrived and I always enjoy the journey in to a City from the airport as, apart from being glad that I am no longer on a plane (I am a nervous flyer) the sight of the outskirts of any City is usually very interesting and I'm always eager to see the countryside. As we approached our hotel the driver pointed across the water and said 'and there is the old town..' and it was quite obvious that the old town is a small area of the very ordinary eastern european inner town that has been presented as aged and historic after having been decimated in the war....so what exists now is a new old town. A pretty waterfront with plenty of places to eat and drink (and you get a lot of bang for your buck in Gdansk), helpful locals and mainly pedestrian areas.The old town is the main focus of tourism and the tall painted houses reminded me slightly of Amsterdam.
We had intended to climb the tower of St Mary's Church, as we think the City view would have been worthwhile, but sadly it was closed when we visited, although in the Church, the Astronomical clock and one of the most lifelike images of Jesus on the Cross we had ever seen (if he had opened his eyes it would not have surprised us) were worth seeing. Once you have ambled around the main 3 or 4 streets, each of which is lined with little stalls selling baltic amber, then there is really not a great deal to see. We did take the train to Sopot, further along the coast on one day, which is fun as using local trains and buses and going outside the touristy main town is a very good way to see the everyday normalness of a place. Our hotel receptionist was very friendly, but quite puzzled when we enquired about going to Sopot, and smilingly told us that there was nothing there to see apart from the pier, of which the locals are very proud. Sopot was quite small and seemed to be just one not too big main street leading to a long pier.
We went, we walked, it rained, we got wet....but it was funny and quite a lovely few hours.
The things that I really remember about Gdansk are how I loved to see all the mistletoe in the trees,the beautiful bronze lions, seeing the Shipyard solidarity memorial, how really tasty and cheap all the food was, the friendliness of the people, all of whom spoke english, the many stalls of amber, the amount of building work that is going on at the moment, and especially the scandinavian couple in the room next to ours who had very noisy sex all weekend long...in fact the noises they were making were unbelievable and quite unusual...and started at 5am in the morning....at one point we wondered if we should call a paramedic or at least the zoo to see if they wanted the escaped animal that seemed to be with them.......seeing them down at breakfast in the morning was fascinating.....no wonder they had enormous breakfasts....had to keep their strength up.
It seems as if the City is in the ' before stage' of a tourist influx.....they are starting to build and spruce themselves up. Would I suggest Gdansk as a weekend trip to anyone.... possibly not....one night and day passing through would be enough I suspect, although if all you wanted to do was eat and drink for a few days, then there is lots of choice and Kubicki is a really smashing restaurant.
I awoke at 2am this morning and then couldn't get back to sleep.
My Pa was in the spare room and we had to get up really early in order to drive North for the funeral of my cousin.
Although we weren't leaving until 6.30 I was up at 5 and made Pa some breakfast and then just after 6 in pitch black wet windy weather we set off up the motorway.
Most of the time we were between huge lorries carrying all sorts of stuff all over the country.
I do find driving in the dark with bright lights ahead/behind and all around quite unpleasant sometimes and so I was concentrating hard on the road.
Along the way Pa related to me the same old stories he shares with anyone who will listen.
I cannot tell you how many times I have heard about Hal Monty or working on the Mersey or travelling around the UK by boat or The Moss Empire circuit of theatres or an anecdote about a family member.
Later on, in the crematorium, and although we were family, Pa chose to sit quite near the back as he had a tickly cough and didn't want to drive everybody mad with it.
It occurred to me that each time I have been at a Crematorium, I have had the good fortune to not be sat up front and central if you know what I mean........where the bereaved and grieving and very close family are.
I have been sat in the 'every one else' seats...........and as I was sat there this morning with Pa I realised that we were sitting in what I now think of as 'the good seats'.
Hi-ho Hi-ho it's off to work I go............
Trying to be cheerful about it but WTF.
Considering I started a little job of a weekend when I was 14 and I am now 59 then I think 45 years of BLOODY WORKING
is just about enough .....
I DON'T WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE.............
I suspect spending New Years Eve with friends, many of whom (younger than me) have retired, has put me in grumpy old lard arse mode..........so one more AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH........... There you go.....rant over.......normal service will be resumed et bloody cetera.......
In fact normal service is not that normal as I am really struggling of late to remember words.....please tell me that such behaviour is not unusual, as I am becoming a little alarmed now..........looking at scissors and knowing that they are scissors but somewhere in your head not being able to formulate the word scissors is quite unsettling........couldn't remember the word de-icer this morning either.
What a cheerful little start to 'posts of 2014' eh?