So quickly found a new theme which is fairly customisable, need to track down some nice header images now and maybe play with the colouring… progress (sort of)
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did no one tell me the old theme was dark (obvious) stylish (well to me) but totally unusable… Theme hunting begins again, back to a default one for now. (doesn’t everyone name their cars!?) So today after 3 years and 57470 miles Gertie Golf goes back so: 57470 miles / 32mpg (avg) = 1796 gallons of go juice of which 6126 UKP went straight to the government in fuel tax Nice. Or how about : 57470 miles @ avg speed of 20 mph = 2873.5 hours Not just here on this blog detailing the mundane and unimportant aspects of my life, just, well must try harder. Simples. First off, “it is what it is, deal with it” which is what I’m doing, having made this simple realisation a week or so ago everything is much better, no really, it is. I’d forgotten all about this *cough* Not quite true, loads I could write about just haven’t felt inclined to do so. I’m in the process of migrating sites to a different ISP, taking longer than planned of course. I’m startig to try and ramp up my running although currently averaging around 30km a week, and last Wednesday finally made it to The Marlow Club for a spot of circuit training, first session since being the TA and it was 90 minutes, now that was a beasting, loved it though, hoping to do it every week and get into the position where I can do both sessions Looking also at taking up martial arts again, just need to find a local club. Not starte thinking about racing next year, first step though is to start planning winter training (actually just planning any training would be a start point) but the other thing I need to do alongside any training is plan my food, obvious I know but if i’m going to spend several hours a week training it would make sense if I get the most from it by eating right….. Time to do some research and spend some time being planning. (perhaps) So the main reason I’m currently sitting on a sofa in a Brussels with Mike snoring in the background is that this evening we’re heading off for some laser harp action courtesy of the Jean Michel Jarre In Doors tour, I’d suggested that maybe Dad would like to join Mike and I in London for this but that was clearly too easy for some and so we fast forward to being in Brussels a few days after the Wembley Arena gig…. It will be interesting to see how a show and artist that has traditionally performed outside using skyscrapers as the screen for imagery and lasers will transpose into an 8,000 people venue. So months ago, I was easily convinced that having another baby, a sibling for Iona would be a good idea, why wouldn’t it, the second child is cheaper, you have the experience to handle it all, and it stops the first born becoming such a monster, a spoilt brat (hopefully) So here we are sitting on the sofa, I’m the only one with an alcoholic beverage and it has been a nightmare putting Iona to bed (an hour so far and the screaming goes on), remind me again, I did sign on for the second one didn’t I ? So all things being equal, predictions for the next 12 months…. 1 x new baby leading to…. 2 x new cars 1 x new house 1 x new car seat 1 x new buggy 1 x new midlife crisis *joy* But then I’ll be someone’s Daddy again, and that is the most amazing thing ever So here we are almost at the 12 week scan point, Iona still doesn’t want a baby brother or sister, or a dog for that matter, but would like a “meow meow cat”…. Thursday morning we head off to High Wycombe to meet our baby for the first time with the 12 week scan. Octavia is still suffering pretty badly from morning sickness, certainly worse than she did with Iona, this we’re taking as a good sign of everything still going along nicely, but it is pretty hard on Octavia. Not really done too much thinking about what happens next, although we wanted Iona to have a sibling now that we’re here (hopefully) and have “the biggest secret you can’t tell anyone” to contend with it still doesn’t feel very real, the scan will change that, it did with Iona. There is of course a massive amount of fingers crossed at the moment as well, things can and do go wrong, but I’m not dwelling on that, I didn’t last time, I’m generally an optimist and I see no reason to change, after all there are others in the family or deal with the worst case predictions on my behalf and so I let them worry about the things you can’t change. Exciting! …since we decamped from London to Bourne End (twined with the “Arse end of beyond”) and in that time of course I’ve had to commute, daily, just under 2 hours on average in the car: so: 2 x 5 = 10 hours / week or just over 8 weeks of my life! Some things you should never work out. |
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