First of all, I just want to report a new dimension to my life.
Having spent the whole of my first year in Edinburgh getting turned down from even the most menial of job opportunities (washing dishes in a kitchen is apparently above me), I now have the opposite sensation: people keep offering me jobs.
It’s more a trickle than a genuine avalanche just now, but I had two interviews today, and both seemed quite keen on me joining up. One day I’ll have to decide what I want.
Point to consider: if last year was the year of choices amidst famine; maybe this year is about learning to choose the best option of several.
[Indeed, I genuinely think he was wearing the same tracksuit …]
This is the man my sister & I used to call Jim’ll. An absolute hero. And a Yorkshireman!
Heaven knows what he’s been doing in Edinburgh, but he appeared to be cowering in a doorway, probably from having so many people shout out to him. Bless.
And the next day Maria arrived, so it’s been a nice few days really.