I had a great title but the gerbil ate it
I lie but it is a good excuse – schooldays memories and dreadfully inept excuses for not having done homework….
I DID have a super title but that was this morning, now is now and I’m bu99ered if I can remember what it was.
I put it down in part to:
- Age. Short-term memory is getting dismal at times. I used to laugh at my mother and some of the daft things she used to do. But I’m getting there. Especially when you are doing task A then task B and find yourself trying to do some impossible hybrid thereof. Went to take a cup into the kitchen a few evenings ago and return with a bottle of beer. Stopped myself putting the cup in the fridge – just in time. Luckily no one noticed. Think of the “fun” trying to explain THAT to anyone…
- An almost pathological distrust of writing things down. My memory is actually pretty good – years of having to carry on conversations with people about their statutory accounts and pick up on unfinished business from twelve months before does count for something. But. Especially with the coaching/mentoring assignments, it’s useful to have notes as I don’t have a fixed set of numbers in situations like that. Numbers really don’t mind if you forget their name.
- Age (have I already mentioned that?)
- And too many things on my mind. Mind you – two at the same time can do it. Having got work running along smoothly for almost a week (!) I’m suddenly inundated by both work and emails which have gone from around 150 (too many but acceptable) to nearly 300 as I write in about three days. So that’s all today’s as I was out for most of the morning and I’m trying to sort out a “rush job” of my own making and the ones I cannot just read and delete from the two days prior. Somebody is having a laugh.
See. Off on a tangent again.
Mind you I did have to drive round the Salisbury ring road this morning – once in each direction but at 06.45 it’s not too bad but at 10.00 it’s more akin to a parking plot. What was I thinking about? I NEVER go through if I can go a different way but there you are – 45 minutes to do a couple of miles or so. To be honest I went that way because fuel in the car was getting a little low and I have fuel cards for Shell and Esso (another word the bog standard WordPress spellchecker doesn’t have – suppose it’s Exxon in the US), one of which I knew I’d pass by going that way. Nearly lost the will to live though.
And what was I doing travelling through Salisbury you might be asking (you’re probably not wondering, don’t care but resigned to me using rhetorical questions to link two topics)?
It was the launch of The Boardroom Network’s Solstice event. And we had the very inspirational Simon Weston of Falklands War fame as our keynote speaker. You may well be too young to remember him – the events concerned WERE 36 years ago now (that makes me feel my age) – but his story is well worth reading about. At the time the most badly injured serviceman to survive a wartime incident. And now he’s a keynote speaker. Joined up at 16 and invalided out at 21, a squaddie (yet another word the bog standard WordPress spellchecker doesn’t have – it’s grunt in the US if you look at Google) from the Welsh valleys with no formal education but has reinvented himself and he has an impish sense of humour. Really pleased to see him speak again. Did so at a Rotary event a number of years ago and never forgot it.
Look at the pictures, look at the disabilities and ask yourself whether YOU would have the strength and courage to not only survive but thrive.
Finally here’s a reference to the title…