Nine Feet Underground

Another working day with not much else to shout about. I did finally start the day with a walk again - over 30 minutes (just) - which was quite lucky timing-wise as not long after I got back the heavens opened.  Looks like the rain is set in for the day. Work dominates, apart from the odd chat and one exception: mid-morning there was an hour long work discussion with Dr Alice Roberts as part of International Women's Day (belated, owing to Dr Roberts just recovering from covid) celebrations. She has an incredible career history and is clearly off-the-scale clever, not to mention a wonderful role model. Amazing and inspiring in equal measure. Other than that the rest of the day has been the normal hand-to-hand combat that is work, with immense excitement generated by a decision-tree discussion! Optimistically (foolishly?) I'm hoping for a call back from the nursing home after leaving a message yesterday, but I won't hold my breath! Well that was a good decision.  As it got la...

Another busy working day ahead, made busier by the fact that I'm on leave Friday for a week. A week when we were due to go away, but it got cancelled for the obvious reason. I don't think we would have been able to go even if the destination was open because I don't think there's anywhere that would take my wife for respite and, even if there were, I'm not sure I'm convinced that a care home would be a safe place as things stand.  So a week of going nowhere it is then. Come to think of it that's the same as any other week, though work does provide a distraction.  I have just over a week stuck with myself. Work, with the usual interruptions. Dinner, 'Narcos: Mexico', bins, sleep/escape. Max Richter / 'Dream 3 (in the midst of my life' / 'Sleep' [[]]