The life and times of a software and web developer
The clock has just ticked around to 9am. I’m sitting in the heart of Heathrow Airport in London, a few yards away from one of the departures boards. My flight is steadily moving up the board - with a note that the gate will be shown in about three quarters of an hour. As is …
It's mid-morning on Monday and I'm taking a break from the mayhem for a few minutes. The day began in somewhat chaotic fashion, due to my other half picking up a bug over the weekend and calling in to work sick. We somehow managed to explode the children out of bed, and send them on …
While out for dinner with the newly crowned Miss 18 and the rest of the family and in-laws last night, I suggested that I might take her to London today - to acquire the pair of Doc Marten boots she's had her eye on forever. It just so happens one of their factory stores is …
I seem to only make it to the blog every other day at the moment, which is ridiculous because I have the week off work. I'm knocking around the house doing chores, walking into town running errands, and somehow filling each day with forgettable detritus. I'll keep quiet about Grand Theft Auto 5. Yes, I …
The day began with the clock radio bursting into life, and filling the room with utter dross. I squinted my eyes open and watched the seconds and minutes pass on the bedside clock, wondering how long I might lay there before somebody might consider there was something wrong with me. Minutes? Hours? I'm guessing we'll never find out, because the curious instinct to "not waste the weekend" kicked in, and carried me downstairs for a shower.
It's lunchtime at work, and I'm forcing myself to take a break. On a given day I sit here for hours - sometimes not leaving the chair all day, and then wondering why my legs are stiff when I get up to go home. Of course I cycle to work, so I'm not completely unfit, but I really should do something more. Years ago, I used to go running a couple of times a week - maybe I should try and make time for it once more. It's all about forming habits really - getting into a routine.
I'm back drinking coffee again. Or at least, I am this morning. I had a cup yesterday too. Before you roll your eyes, and say "I knew you wouldn't last", it's been over a month. I'm not returning to four or five cups a day, because that's ridiculous (and was ridiculous). Maybe just a cup now and again, because I like coffee.
Today has been a day to forget so far.Miss 17 is apparently not talking to me today. I’m not really sure why. After calling her repeatedly over the course of an hour this morning, she emerged from her room with moments to spare in order to catch her bus to college. I asked if she …
This is a story about cost cutting gone mad. I arrived at Frankfurt Airport this morning, expecting to follow the usual routine of baggage check-in, and security. Nope. Not going to happen. Instead of quietly wandering up to a desk and having a staff member check my bags in I joined a huge crowd of …
The alarm clock was programmed for 6am this morning. I woke at 5:50am after a pretty spectacular dream about some sort of school reunion, and watched the last ten minutes tick away. I could have got up, but an irresistible force kept me from sliding out into the morning air. With moments left before it …
