It’s a prevailing emotion in my world. I fluctuate between having the confidence to speak my mind and stick my neck out when the situation requires, and paralysing paranoia that I’ve said or done the wrong thing, or that what
Oh hell, what’s that word again?
What a fabulous language we have. Our vocabulary bank is simply engorged with eloquent words for every scenario. The problem I have is finding the right one- my thesaurus is my drug of choice, always right next to my left
breaking the rules….
My seven-year-old son could rival Louis Walsh with his obsession with the rule book. Every one of his made-up games requires a minimum of 10 minutes pre-play explanation of ‘the rules’ before play can commence. Anyone who dares to contravene
caring and sharing….
My mum & dad obviously did a good job in dragging me up as (for an only child) I’m a great believer in sharing. I’ve often thought that if hard cash were not the currency of choice in our modern
night shifts…
I’ve talked before about my ‘working arrangements’ and the upshot of this style is that I’m often working when sensible folk are catching up on Sky+ / Facebook / Twitter / the pile of books on their bedside table (delete
motivation
I work from home. Mainly for time of life reasons – school and pre school children, EU guilt mountain at the very idea of all day childcare and procrastination about the idea of getting a ‘proper job’. Fair enough I