Ah, the weekend.
Or, as the French might say, Le Weekend.Â 🙂
I sit here contemplating all of the things I could be doing with the forthcoming
five two days.
Then I think about all of the things I should be doing.
Notice the subtle shift there?
OU Stuff Must Be Done Because I Am Miles Behind And That Is Not A Good Thing.
But (in the best tradition of British faux comedy set-pieces as notably explored in the final reel of The Italian Job – 1969 – which was, get this, written by Troy Kennedy-Martin, one of the UKs most talented screenwriters though, sadly, he did sully his hands with The Italian Job – 2003… pauses for breath then adds), ‘hold on lads, I’ve got an idea‘.
An idea. Or an exclamation mark might be slightly more accurate.
There has been one feature about the Open University and the way the University has structured the courses that’s been troubling me.
Perhaps it’s troubled me because of my history in Registration and Inspection Perhaps it’s because of the divergence between the OU concept and 21st Century technologies.
I don’t know.Â All I do know is that something troubles me and with a little brain-time (and perhaps half a dozen hours of sleep), I’ll have worked out where the problem is.
Riding is a sound strategy for getting the brain kicking in to overdrive.
No, really, it is. Brilliantly therapeutic!
Except I can’t do any riding because my wonderfully talented (and ever so handsome) Thoroughbred has an infected foot, so his near fore shoe was removed today, the hoof was excavated to allow the pus to drain and the wound is being poulticed to draw the infection out.
All being well the shoe will get re-attached on Wednesday, but the bottom line is there will be no riding exercise for either of us – but he does get the pleasure of lots of medicinal sliced apples this weekend.
And I get to clean tack which, in its own way, is also a therapeutic device. And perhaps take the lorry out for a spin to see how many motorists I can scare the pants off.
The other thing to tell you – apart from Vin’s poorly foot etc – is that there has been a change in my work situation.
Surprisingly, but flatteringly, I have been offered another role (not a contract extension) at the same place. This one is for three months which although shorter than normal, I just can’t say ‘no’ to because the task is to deliver a project which I have already been involved in (in a ‘requirements gathering/stakeholder managing’ kind of way).
Yeah I know. Workspeak. Sorry about that. It shouldn’t be here.
But it’s work news and I felt I needed to get the news out and therefore set the context of the offer which, in turn, highlights the reason I couldn’t wait to say ‘yes please!’… because I already feel as though I own the project – because of my earlier involvement in it.
Pauses for breath again.
With the big hand on the 15 and the little hand on the five and the long thin hand on the two, three, four, five, six, seve… oh buggerit.
It’s time to go.
The drive home awaits.
And during it, a couple of episodes of the Audio Book I’m currently listening to – Pussy: The Musical.
I’m lapping it up.