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Saturday, October 11, 2014

This has appeared on the master copy of the October rota at work...

As an omen, it doesn't bode well, but I think it's there to indicate that by the end of this month I'll have gone to a better place. Possibly with a few angels. And hopefully more cake.

Much like David Moyes before me, I'll be taking over one of the top jobs at the start of November. And aiming to hang on to it long enough to buy a few Christmas presents. The past six weeks have been a whirl of interviews, presentations and meetings, but I think it's now all official. Although I still haven't signed my contract. Mainly because I can't find a pen.

Inevitably, other areas of my life have suffered terrible neglect, and in addition to having no time to play Candy Crush, the flat looks a lot like this...

"Oh my gosh" is exactly what I'd be saying in that situation.

Ordinarily, I'd suggest that my own children are capable of far worse behaviour than that, but very occasionally, once in a blue moon, and with the wind in the right direction, the stars align to produce the kind of immaculate sibling interaction that makes me think they might not end up killing each other after all...

Admittedly, they were eating a chocolate cornet right after having a bath, which isn't what you'd call ideal, but the fact that the combination of one ice cream and two children didn't end in tears is something of a miracle.

That aside, the highlight of this week was Thursday, which began at 5:30am with this view from our balcony...

It was World Sight Day, so the fact that I was able to see that was quite appropriate, and a reminder not to take my eyes for granted. Even when all I want to do is close them.

Fortunately I managed to stay awake long enough to get to London for the annual Moorfields Diabetic Retinopathy Screening Training Alumni Day. That's obviously quite a mouthful, which is more than I can say for their sandwiches. If small is beautiful, they were stunningly gorgeous.

But that aside, it was an excellent day, mostly due to the company, and partly due to the speakers. I discovered that I suffer from Retinophilia by Proxy, and ended up with a LinkedIn request from someone I hadn't even spoken to. You can't ask for much more than that.

The best news, however, is that a week after her 6th birthday party, Amelie has told us what she wished for when she blew out her candles:

Glasses. I think my job's having some kind of effect.


Phil's Mum said...

Plus the fact that, whenever she pinches my glasses and puts them on, she really does look quite attractive! And I think the only reason you got away without tears over the chocolate cornet was because Toby was almost asleep, but it was still very sweet!

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