Monthly Archives: August 2013

Please don’t pretend to be stupid, when we know you’re not!

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I do so hate it when women make out they’re stupid, when they’re not. I saw it again today. Someone was recommended a place to get something, but advised that parking was a potential issue, and very near to the police station, so not worth taking a chance on a ticket.

This bright, articulate woman said, “Oh, I’ll just plead ignorance, and turn on the charm”.

Women, don’t do this please. Very few of us are stupid, despite being told for a long time that we were. We don’t need to pretend to be. It doesn’t do us any favours.

STOP IT NOW!

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Being more grateful and therefore happy, and other meanderings…

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I haven’t posted for quite a while. I didn’t feel I like had anything to say that anyone would be interested in reading. That may still be the case of course… It’s been a stressful year. Divorce finalised in February. Before this, then husband-awaiting-divorce announces new impending marriage. Oh yes. That takes place next month apparently.

So. I was ready for a holiday. I was dragging my feet at work and feeling uninspired. Because I am self-employed, I have no boss to kick me into shape, but it does mean I don’t get paid.

So I went on holiday. The first one I went on my own, whilst teenage dd was with her father for his holiday. When she came back, we went to Amsterdam for a few days. I remembered the Amsterdam of my youth as a lively ‘kicking’ place, and my return visit shows it still has it going on. It was good to be able to show my daughter some of it.

However, the holiday was not without its stresses. Easyjet have recently reduced the size of the carry-on luggage, and that’s all we had with our package. The measurements included wheels and handles, so it was difficult to measure the cases accurately. Trust me, I breathed a sigh of relief when the cases fitted into the ‘cage’ at the airport. I probably took only half the stuff I wanted to. Then there was bagging up the ‘liquids’ in a 20 x 20 bag.  I couldn’t take my tweezers! Yes, I know I could have bought a pair there and left them. 

A couple of days before the holiday, the builder replacing my amost-dropping-out windows announced he was arriving after my departure to do some preparatory work that really required the house to be occupied, so it was easier to get someone to house and pet-sit than get the builder to come another time. Good builder, but a unicorn should be on his van….

The transfer service to the airport had suggested to me a time that was wildly optimistic in terms of actually getting on the flight. This was pointed out to me by someone with more sense than me, so stressful last minute telephone negotiations ensued. Holiday itself great, fairly tiring with a teenager with lots of energy, and a body clock that can stay awake until Very Late, but then can’t function until mid-morning. Lots of money spent, just on eating and seeing things. Return to airport made more stressful by hotel arranging taxi for 12 hours hence. General herding about at airport, and a faux pas contacting transfer service by ringing the wrong number, tired and stressed at this point, resulting in my believing they hadn’t turned up. Exacerbated by a nearly out of  charge battery partly caused by competing with teenager for the use of the adaptor in between it being used for hair straighteners and charging the i-pod. Pressure slightly on to get back in time to pick up GCSE results. Two offers to come and get us, but all sorted out just in time thankfully . I was pleased to get home and see my cat. Cat not bothered, frankly.

On my return it occurrs to me that I am properly grateful that someone would come and house-sit for me, when it wasn’t really convenient. For Someone Else who offered to come and get us from an unknown airport after only a couple of hours sleep.

I am more grateful than in my youth for my family, who are a bit bonkers, but they’re My bonkers family. Having these friends and family around makes me happy.

It turns out that I need less to be happy than I thought. I know that we cannot always be happy. Bad things happen, and the best we can hope for in life is to be happy at moments in time.

I can choose to be grateful for what I have though.