Ah, that got your attention. I decided to revert back to my Christmas present “Dear Dad – journal of a lifetime” and see what the next question is. And it is all about pets.
So, without any ‘fur’ ther ado…
Heavy pet’ing!
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International Jet Setter
It’s around 1986 and I’m telling my story of how I worked my way up the company in different roles. Let’s continue.
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The sands of time.
We pick up the story where I left off last time in Phoenix Rising…
In 1980, only three years after starting work after leaving school, I was moving into my next position with the Mansfield Sand Group of companies – Specifically Mansfield Asphalt.
A letter to 2017
So here we are – another year passed. And the more that pass, the more compressed a year becomes. The spatial gap that exists between January 1st and December 31st is definitely more finite than it used to be…
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Plan Z
I have been a manager for many years, and although I do not manage people well (or more precisely, I only manage certain types of people well, others I struggle with), my own forte is in project management.
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47 1/2 billion pixels.
Give or take. That’s how many pixels I have stored over the years in one format of film or another. Shall we take a look at them? Continue reading
My first hospital stay.
This unassuming entrance is the reception of our nearest private hospital, The Park, Nottingham. And it has just played host to my first proper hospital stay…
Phoenix rising.
Ha! It’s times like this I know I should have been an author, but I just can’t retain the thread of a story long enough to get it down on paper. Not that this post is about my writing. It’s just that I’ve impressed myself with the title. Which incidentally bears little relevance to this post. And thankfully absolutely nothing to do with Harry Potter!
Waypoint.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
The Grand transformation.
Feeling rather melancholy tonight. Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 