650 emails and counting as I sat at my desk this morning and everyone that I've trained over the last month or so have walked out...mainly due to being moved to unfamiliar roles for no apparent reason.
I'm all on my own doing battle with a growing mountain of work. When I go to France next week do you think I'll give it another thought?
I was pleased to leave the place and walk with eyes closed across the playing fields with the warm and welcome sun hitting my face. I counted 150 steps before peeking to find I was still dead in line with where I wanted to end up and cracked the first smile of the day.
Its been a busy week and spent most of it away from home and didn't get back until last night. I spent time tiling in Martin's bathroom as well London, Dot's surprise party and Amber's belated 4th July celebrations.
Dot is our friend who has been battling cancer for the last three years. She's pretty special and we were so pleased she was well enough to enjoy it. It was a great night.
Before going to London I had to cut back the virginia creeper...
Back in Piccadilly I noticed Eros fighting a losing battle and if you look closer, Brazil were about to fight a losing battle too.
'Fourth Plinth' exhibit...
Just one of the many street artists...
I hope I remember how I felt carrying paintings on a rush-hour tube the next time I think how nice it would be to enter paintings for another exhibition.
Was it worth it? Yes, it was!