A bad thing happened to me the other day. I was out and about with a friend - we wanted to find somewhere to have a drink - preferably somewhere with seats because we'd been on our feet for a wee while. Anyway the locality in which we found ourselves seemed to have only one drinking establishment and no seats.
Oh well. I'm still quite young, surely I can survive another few hours on my feet. It was a very good job I was wearing sensible shoes (even if they were bright red racing boots and didn't really go with what I was wearing): if I believed in it, I'd call it Karma, or something equally perplexing where stuff just happens.
When I arrived with this friend the music was fairly quiet - much like the place itself. This changed. A lot. When we hit 11.30pm a whole stream of students poured in and the music was cranked up a notch - in fact several. This made our conversation a little difficult, but we soldiered on.
By about 12.30 I had made a remarkable discovery. Apart from one exception, me and my friend were the oldest people there. Ouch. Big ouch. I felt all of my years in an instant. Bus pass anyone?
In fact all the people around my age were in pubs with seats, resting their potentially arthritic knees and not in a club full of students in fancy dress dancing to The Backstreet Boys and Rhianna.
You may remember I mentioned we were the oldest but for an exception. There was another group of, ahem, older people not too far from us and it wasn't long before we were looking for safety in wrinkly numbers just in case one of us got picked off (or even up) by some spotty adolescent by mistake.
This brings me, in a round-about way, to the concept of age and experience. In my head people always say age vs. experience, but surely they mean the same thing - if you're older you've had more experience (whether that be in work or just in life). Ok so there are some really irritating people that have bags and bags of experience and they're still only 18. We all hate those people, so let's not talk about them anymore.
In my opinion instead of age vs. experience, it should read age and experience vs. potential: that's really the only thing that you can compare - what a person has achieved vs. what a person might achieve. It boils down to the safe option vs. the risk.
That's all well and good, but at the beginning of this post I was feeling old - I was feeling all of my years and getting ready to cash in my pension plan. So I'm old but wait, I have no experience. At this point I want to say that I don't feel old and I haven't bought my first pot of anti-ageing cream yet, but I'm getting into my twenties and I still lack that elusive experience that is a) paid and b) permenant.
Bummer.
In the meantime, I'm going to stick to drinks at my local and places I can get to with my bus pass...
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Unemployment Benefits (Part III)
After the first post I wrote about unemployment benefits (the only one about actual unemployment benefits and not some witty wordplay) I didn't imagine I'd be writing another two. Part II and now Part III aren't strictly about unemployment benefits (as in jobseekers' allowance), but benefits aren't just about the government giving away their hard-taxed money...
This is what I looked at in Part II: the joy of being able to watch all the Formula 1 coverage humanly possible because I didn't have to go to work. In this post I'm going to look at another benefit to being unemployed, but this one has a sting in its tail.
My birthday is coming up. I love birthdays - I spent my 21st in Venice, but then again I was on my year abroad so it was less impressive than it actually sounds. This year isn't a special birthday, but that didn't mean I was going to let it wash over me in a sea of apathy...
During one of my long and lonely afternoons last week I began to think of what I could do. I very quickly ran into a problem: most people on their birthdays like to spend time relaxing at home, or doing something out and about because they don't have to work. This is pretty much my day-to-day existence and one more day spent in the same vein wasn't really going to make it any more special.
Oh.
I'd pretty much decided not to do anything - I wasn't going to mope all day, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to celebrate what hadn't been a vintage year. I don't know what is important for other people when celebrating a birthday, but for me a birthday is normally representative of the year. My last birthday was enjoyable and only slightly tinged with frustration (I wasn't having a great final year at university). The year that followed saw more of this mild unhappiness and all of my unemployment - understandably I didn't really feel like celebrating, especially in the same way that I spend most of my days...
It was by a serious of bizarre unrelated events that I came up with a fantastic plan for my birthday including a concert, a roll-together bed in a Travelodge and a trip to Sheffield, but it only came about after a chat I had with another friend.
My friend has the same birthday as me and we'd often celebrate it together when we were at university. I had asked her what she was doing for her birthday and she hadn't really realised it was coming up, but was probably going to spend it, like me, doing normal things. We graduated last year and she's in a very similar position to me in that she's not doing what she ultimately wants to and is having to do a number of jobs as a stop gap.
She felt exactly the same way that I did about her birthday: what is there to celebrate? And with many of our friends moving on and away - who is there to celebrate with?
This might just be a personal issue for me, but I think it's representative of a wider issue: there are lots of young people - maybe graduates - and they aren't happy. If they don't feel like they can celebrate their birthdays, surely that is a sign of apathetic unhappiness. This is a bit depressing isn't it - but for me it all worked out in the end.
This too is representative of the problem of youth unemployment - most young people are still under the impression that jobs are mailorder and will arrive in their lap on request: it's a passive procedure, and if they don't get what they want, then it's ok to send it back to Amazon and in the meantime keep on taking unemployment benefits or working in a dead-end job. What we should all be doing is getting out there and being proactive - very rarely do you walk into an amazing opportunity without putting in the leg-work beforehand.
So just like my birthday plans, I think we should all be trying to be as proactive as possible - only then will we stand a chance of getting where we want to be.
This is what I looked at in Part II: the joy of being able to watch all the Formula 1 coverage humanly possible because I didn't have to go to work. In this post I'm going to look at another benefit to being unemployed, but this one has a sting in its tail.
My birthday is coming up. I love birthdays - I spent my 21st in Venice, but then again I was on my year abroad so it was less impressive than it actually sounds. This year isn't a special birthday, but that didn't mean I was going to let it wash over me in a sea of apathy...
During one of my long and lonely afternoons last week I began to think of what I could do. I very quickly ran into a problem: most people on their birthdays like to spend time relaxing at home, or doing something out and about because they don't have to work. This is pretty much my day-to-day existence and one more day spent in the same vein wasn't really going to make it any more special.
Oh.
I'd pretty much decided not to do anything - I wasn't going to mope all day, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to celebrate what hadn't been a vintage year. I don't know what is important for other people when celebrating a birthday, but for me a birthday is normally representative of the year. My last birthday was enjoyable and only slightly tinged with frustration (I wasn't having a great final year at university). The year that followed saw more of this mild unhappiness and all of my unemployment - understandably I didn't really feel like celebrating, especially in the same way that I spend most of my days...
It was by a serious of bizarre unrelated events that I came up with a fantastic plan for my birthday including a concert, a roll-together bed in a Travelodge and a trip to Sheffield, but it only came about after a chat I had with another friend.
My friend has the same birthday as me and we'd often celebrate it together when we were at university. I had asked her what she was doing for her birthday and she hadn't really realised it was coming up, but was probably going to spend it, like me, doing normal things. We graduated last year and she's in a very similar position to me in that she's not doing what she ultimately wants to and is having to do a number of jobs as a stop gap.
She felt exactly the same way that I did about her birthday: what is there to celebrate? And with many of our friends moving on and away - who is there to celebrate with?
This might just be a personal issue for me, but I think it's representative of a wider issue: there are lots of young people - maybe graduates - and they aren't happy. If they don't feel like they can celebrate their birthdays, surely that is a sign of apathetic unhappiness. This is a bit depressing isn't it - but for me it all worked out in the end.
This too is representative of the problem of youth unemployment - most young people are still under the impression that jobs are mailorder and will arrive in their lap on request: it's a passive procedure, and if they don't get what they want, then it's ok to send it back to Amazon and in the meantime keep on taking unemployment benefits or working in a dead-end job. What we should all be doing is getting out there and being proactive - very rarely do you walk into an amazing opportunity without putting in the leg-work beforehand.
So just like my birthday plans, I think we should all be trying to be as proactive as possible - only then will we stand a chance of getting where we want to be.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Manual Labour
Surely all labour is manual - stuff that you have to do physically: until scientists perfect a way to do stuff telepathically then all labour is going to be manual and operating the toaster with telekinesis will have to wait a little longer.
But I'm being literal-minded. Of course manual labour doesn't refer to all labour, just the stuff you do with your hands as the Latin origins of the word dictate. If, however, I am allowed to be a little more literal-minded then I would take issue this time with manual labour just being about the hands because that's quite far from the truth...
I associate manual labour with the traditional heavy-lifting jobs - the kind of thing you need a man and a lad for. I'm a girl. I have spindly little arms. I'm not overly tall. I often get a headrush when I stand up. I am not suited to jobs where you have to get your hands dirty, so to speak.
To be honest that's a very out-dated viewpoint and if I wanted a career in construction there's so much red tape around the compensation culture, that I wouldn't be allowed to do anything that puts me in danger. All is not lost, but then I don't want a job in construction - it's just not what I'm good at.
But what's the point of all this?
Well the government seems to be encouraging certain industries to recruit and even coming up with projects of their own that will create many, many jobs. Fantastic! Finally there are some more jobs on the market - I won't have to apply to be the new Archbishop of Canterbury after all (well needs must). There is a downside: all these jobs seem to be related to manual labour - construction, car building, manufacturing in general.
Oh.
I don't begrudge anyone these jobs - it is a very necessary part of the economy, but this raises a bigger question. The government is putting money into a very specific job sector catering for people with very specific skills. Anyone can do unskilled labour, but as I have previously stated, I cannot lift anything that looks even remotely heavy, and I couldn't even engineer my way out of a paper bag.
Is this fair?
Should we be petitioning Downing Street to create more jobs across more industries?
If I were the kind of person that liked protesting I would say yes. I am not one of those people because I believe you can't have everything in life and there needs to be a certain amount of give and take. Social responsibility anyone?
So I concede that Mr Cameron can't give me everything; I am somewhat anomalous compared to most jobseekers and don't expect to have everything gift-wrapped for me when it comes to looking for work - where's the fun in that!? But even if you're reading this and you are a more average jobseeker, you may look at the number of jobs created in the construction industry (for example), seeing that there are far more there than anywhere else, and then immediately reach for your placard and felt pen: this is maybe not your best option.
Let me explain: it's the overall numbers we should be interested in. We should look at the number of jobs lost in the construction industry and then see what the final total is when you add in the new jobs. My guess is that there would be very little change at all. But even if it wasn't, the idea is that we increase manufacturing which gives a kick up the bum to the economy and then everybody's happy.
So although there are fewer jobs for me to apply for than, for example, someone who is excellent at making car bonnets, I have to content myself with that, knowing that my number will come up eventually (either that or I start doing a little bodybuilding of my own).
But I'm being literal-minded. Of course manual labour doesn't refer to all labour, just the stuff you do with your hands as the Latin origins of the word dictate. If, however, I am allowed to be a little more literal-minded then I would take issue this time with manual labour just being about the hands because that's quite far from the truth...
I associate manual labour with the traditional heavy-lifting jobs - the kind of thing you need a man and a lad for. I'm a girl. I have spindly little arms. I'm not overly tall. I often get a headrush when I stand up. I am not suited to jobs where you have to get your hands dirty, so to speak.
To be honest that's a very out-dated viewpoint and if I wanted a career in construction there's so much red tape around the compensation culture, that I wouldn't be allowed to do anything that puts me in danger. All is not lost, but then I don't want a job in construction - it's just not what I'm good at.
But what's the point of all this?
Well the government seems to be encouraging certain industries to recruit and even coming up with projects of their own that will create many, many jobs. Fantastic! Finally there are some more jobs on the market - I won't have to apply to be the new Archbishop of Canterbury after all (well needs must). There is a downside: all these jobs seem to be related to manual labour - construction, car building, manufacturing in general.
Oh.
I don't begrudge anyone these jobs - it is a very necessary part of the economy, but this raises a bigger question. The government is putting money into a very specific job sector catering for people with very specific skills. Anyone can do unskilled labour, but as I have previously stated, I cannot lift anything that looks even remotely heavy, and I couldn't even engineer my way out of a paper bag.
Is this fair?
Should we be petitioning Downing Street to create more jobs across more industries?
If I were the kind of person that liked protesting I would say yes. I am not one of those people because I believe you can't have everything in life and there needs to be a certain amount of give and take. Social responsibility anyone?
So I concede that Mr Cameron can't give me everything; I am somewhat anomalous compared to most jobseekers and don't expect to have everything gift-wrapped for me when it comes to looking for work - where's the fun in that!? But even if you're reading this and you are a more average jobseeker, you may look at the number of jobs created in the construction industry (for example), seeing that there are far more there than anywhere else, and then immediately reach for your placard and felt pen: this is maybe not your best option.
Let me explain: it's the overall numbers we should be interested in. We should look at the number of jobs lost in the construction industry and then see what the final total is when you add in the new jobs. My guess is that there would be very little change at all. But even if it wasn't, the idea is that we increase manufacturing which gives a kick up the bum to the economy and then everybody's happy.
So although there are fewer jobs for me to apply for than, for example, someone who is excellent at making car bonnets, I have to content myself with that, knowing that my number will come up eventually (either that or I start doing a little bodybuilding of my own).
Friday, 16 March 2012
Unemployment Benefits (Part II)
Unemployment Benefits. Jobseeker's Allowance. The Dole. Signing On. Whatever name you want to give it, the fact remains that it's a sensitive subject. A lot of people have a lot of polemic opinions on it. In fact I discussed this phenomenon about a month ago.
In that post I talked about the idea of social responsibility. This is also something I mentioned when listing the things that I would put in Room 101. I hate people who blunder through life expecting things to be done for them - to take, first you have to give.
The reason this post is take two of the 'unemployment benefits' chat is not because I am once again going to rake up and regurgitate the arguments for and against, but I'm going to look at a different kind of unemployment benefits: those that aren't related to money.
I am a MASSIVE Formula 1 fan. I LOVE it. When March arrives, ok I'm excited about Spring, but I'm SUPER-EXCITED about the start of the F1 season. I was seriously annoyed with the BBC for selling the rights for the F1 coverage to Sky: I don't mind paying for certain things in life, but television is one of those that I do get a little annoyed about. I pay the licence fee, why shouldn't I get the stuff I want - which, let me tell you, isn't Only Connect and Don't Tell the Bride.
Being the F1 fan that I am, I decided the only option was to sign up to Sky, after all they seemed to be singing from the same hymn sheet as I was - 'a whole channel dedicated to F1' - now that's what I'm talking about. The unfortunate price tag of £30.25 a month is, well, just that - unfortunate.
So right now I'm none too bothered about not having a job because I can watch Friday practice 1 and 2 on the new Sky F1 HD channel. It's pretty special. There's nothing I love more than watching FP1 & 2 and getting into the spirit of the weekend. For me it's like Christmas Eve. On odd occasions, therefore, I am quite glad I'm unemployed, and then I shake myself out of it and realise I would quite like a job and because of the wonders of Sky+ HD I can record FP1 & 2 in glorious technicolor and watch them when I get back from a hard day's work.
Is there a solution? To be honest is there actually a problem? I've got a solution already - you've just read it, but I still don't have a job. I know I may have an interview coming up and the next two weeks are going to be super-busy for me, but I'm not counting any bits of miscellaneous poultry just yet. So back to the original question... is there a solution? There is one, but it's full of what you might call pitfalls.
One of the things I long for in a job (and partly the reason I still don't have one) is that I'm looking out for something that won't feel like a chore because I'll be doing something I'm really interested in. I found that with the job that I've got the interview for, but as I say, there's no guarantee I'll get it.
So one of the criteria I have when looking for a job is things that interest me - Formula 1 is one of those things. Formula 1 is also one of the hardest industries to break into, whether it is working for the teams, the broadcasters, or the circuits. It still doesn't stop me trying and neither does it stop me failing monumentally on almost all levels.
So as the engines fire up for qualifying tomorrow I'll be watching with great enthusiasm, cheering for my favourites and wishing like mad that I was there...
In that post I talked about the idea of social responsibility. This is also something I mentioned when listing the things that I would put in Room 101. I hate people who blunder through life expecting things to be done for them - to take, first you have to give.
The reason this post is take two of the 'unemployment benefits' chat is not because I am once again going to rake up and regurgitate the arguments for and against, but I'm going to look at a different kind of unemployment benefits: those that aren't related to money.
I am a MASSIVE Formula 1 fan. I LOVE it. When March arrives, ok I'm excited about Spring, but I'm SUPER-EXCITED about the start of the F1 season. I was seriously annoyed with the BBC for selling the rights for the F1 coverage to Sky: I don't mind paying for certain things in life, but television is one of those that I do get a little annoyed about. I pay the licence fee, why shouldn't I get the stuff I want - which, let me tell you, isn't Only Connect and Don't Tell the Bride.
Being the F1 fan that I am, I decided the only option was to sign up to Sky, after all they seemed to be singing from the same hymn sheet as I was - 'a whole channel dedicated to F1' - now that's what I'm talking about. The unfortunate price tag of £30.25 a month is, well, just that - unfortunate.
So right now I'm none too bothered about not having a job because I can watch Friday practice 1 and 2 on the new Sky F1 HD channel. It's pretty special. There's nothing I love more than watching FP1 & 2 and getting into the spirit of the weekend. For me it's like Christmas Eve. On odd occasions, therefore, I am quite glad I'm unemployed, and then I shake myself out of it and realise I would quite like a job and because of the wonders of Sky+ HD I can record FP1 & 2 in glorious technicolor and watch them when I get back from a hard day's work.
Is there a solution? To be honest is there actually a problem? I've got a solution already - you've just read it, but I still don't have a job. I know I may have an interview coming up and the next two weeks are going to be super-busy for me, but I'm not counting any bits of miscellaneous poultry just yet. So back to the original question... is there a solution? There is one, but it's full of what you might call pitfalls.
One of the things I long for in a job (and partly the reason I still don't have one) is that I'm looking out for something that won't feel like a chore because I'll be doing something I'm really interested in. I found that with the job that I've got the interview for, but as I say, there's no guarantee I'll get it.
So one of the criteria I have when looking for a job is things that interest me - Formula 1 is one of those things. Formula 1 is also one of the hardest industries to break into, whether it is working for the teams, the broadcasters, or the circuits. It still doesn't stop me trying and neither does it stop me failing monumentally on almost all levels.
So as the engines fire up for qualifying tomorrow I'll be watching with great enthusiasm, cheering for my favourites and wishing like mad that I was there...
Thursday, 15 March 2012
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
I shall again apologise for my sporadic presence on this here blog over the last week, blame the vomiting. Oh the vomiting...
The result of this is that I come to you, a little later than intended, with some news... I have an interview!!!!!!!!!! Finally - I HAVE AN INTERVIEW! It has taken me over six months but... I HAVE AN INTERVIEW!!!!! (If I'm this excited about the interview, then I wonder what would happen if I get the job.)
I'm excited for a number of reasons, one of them being that I would love the job. Often you apply for something and there are aspects of it that don't quite ring true with your experience or your interests; this job is different - it's right up my street on all levels.
So right here right now, it seems like the perfect job. I'm also excited about the prospect of having something fulfilling to fulfil my days. I'm not saying that blogging and writing other miscellaneous bits and pieces isn't worthwhile, but I long for routine - to leave the house in the morning and come back in the evening after achieving a great deal. I want to put my yoghurt in the communal fridge, I want to do the morning commute whilst reading a book, I want to have water cooler moments, I want to legitimately wear business casual!!!!
The interview isn't for a few weeks, so I'm also excited about going for a few days away to see some friends, doing some Italian tutoring and even prepping for my interview - I'm hoping that I'll be nicely busy. Lovely.
So as I emerge blinking into the world from my sickbed with bleary-eyed optimism, it does seem like this stretch of unemployment is coming to an end. Ok, so there's no guarantee I'll get the job, but it means I'm finally on the right track and I've found a winning formula. Even if it's only the first domino to fall, it should fall into another, and then another, and then soon I'll get something.
Part of the reason I'm so upbeat about all of this is because things are on the up for unemployed people in general. There are streadily fewer and fewer of us out there - well in fact there are more, but that's because there are more people actively searching for work. And so yes, unemployment did rise, but by the lowest number of people in recent months and though public sector jobs went down, private sector jobs more than compensated for the difference between the two.
I love Spring. I love tulips - they're my favourite flower and I love it when they come out at this time of year. Spring is all about new beginnings and it seems to match both my current mood, and that of the UK economy at the moment. Finally it looks like things are on the up.
And about time too.
The result of this is that I come to you, a little later than intended, with some news... I have an interview!!!!!!!!!! Finally - I HAVE AN INTERVIEW! It has taken me over six months but... I HAVE AN INTERVIEW!!!!! (If I'm this excited about the interview, then I wonder what would happen if I get the job.)
I'm excited for a number of reasons, one of them being that I would love the job. Often you apply for something and there are aspects of it that don't quite ring true with your experience or your interests; this job is different - it's right up my street on all levels.
So right here right now, it seems like the perfect job. I'm also excited about the prospect of having something fulfilling to fulfil my days. I'm not saying that blogging and writing other miscellaneous bits and pieces isn't worthwhile, but I long for routine - to leave the house in the morning and come back in the evening after achieving a great deal. I want to put my yoghurt in the communal fridge, I want to do the morning commute whilst reading a book, I want to have water cooler moments, I want to legitimately wear business casual!!!!
The interview isn't for a few weeks, so I'm also excited about going for a few days away to see some friends, doing some Italian tutoring and even prepping for my interview - I'm hoping that I'll be nicely busy. Lovely.
So as I emerge blinking into the world from my sickbed with bleary-eyed optimism, it does seem like this stretch of unemployment is coming to an end. Ok, so there's no guarantee I'll get the job, but it means I'm finally on the right track and I've found a winning formula. Even if it's only the first domino to fall, it should fall into another, and then another, and then soon I'll get something.
Part of the reason I'm so upbeat about all of this is because things are on the up for unemployed people in general. There are streadily fewer and fewer of us out there - well in fact there are more, but that's because there are more people actively searching for work. And so yes, unemployment did rise, but by the lowest number of people in recent months and though public sector jobs went down, private sector jobs more than compensated for the difference between the two.
I love Spring. I love tulips - they're my favourite flower and I love it when they come out at this time of year. Spring is all about new beginnings and it seems to match both my current mood, and that of the UK economy at the moment. Finally it looks like things are on the up.
And about time too.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Room 101 (Part II)
I never intended to do a second post about things I wish to put in Room 101, but I've had a bit of a weekend of it and I feel compelled to share it. You may have noticed that I haven't posted in a while and it's principally because I was waiting. I didn't think there was much point in continuing to update you all on the various techniques I'd employed in order to kill time; neither did I wish to comment on the uninteresting governmental updates that would affect us poor unemployed citizens.
In short I was losing interest. I was once more waiting for a communique and I was bored of it. I hate waiting - it would certainly slot well into my list of things I would pop into Room 101. But no bother, I found something else to occupy my time with - something else that would also go nicely in my Orwellian hovel of things I hate.
I got sick.
Really sick.
Like I totes chundered everywhaaaaaaar.
Even writing this post is giving me a headache and technically I've been the better side of my bug for a couple of days. I'm also writing this in my pyjamas like a proper bum. But as I said, being ill is something that I hate. I hate not being able to do the stuff I want to do, I hate feeling ill, and I hate being sick.
Despite this, I reached a peculiar conclusion. Now I don't like being sick, but I really don't like waiting around and killing time, and so even I will admit that throwing up with my head down the toilet and choking on a half-digested parsnip is preferable to watching extended Come Dine With Me marathons.
So I actually found myself something to do over the weekend. Granted it wasn't as enjoyable as say a weekend in Italy, but I didn't have to while away hours and hours filling my time with pointless exercises. Instead I lounged in front of the television for three days - I even watched all three games from the Six Nations (well two and a half, I may have fallen asleep in one of them).
So by the time Monday came round, I had filled my time quite adequately. I logged on to my emails this morning and there was nothing of interest - as per usual. As I still wasn't feeling 100% (far from it), it looks like today is going to be spent in front of the TV again while I try to kill some more time, and get a little better...
In short I was losing interest. I was once more waiting for a communique and I was bored of it. I hate waiting - it would certainly slot well into my list of things I would pop into Room 101. But no bother, I found something else to occupy my time with - something else that would also go nicely in my Orwellian hovel of things I hate.
I got sick.
Really sick.
Like I totes chundered everywhaaaaaaar.
Even writing this post is giving me a headache and technically I've been the better side of my bug for a couple of days. I'm also writing this in my pyjamas like a proper bum. But as I said, being ill is something that I hate. I hate not being able to do the stuff I want to do, I hate feeling ill, and I hate being sick.
Despite this, I reached a peculiar conclusion. Now I don't like being sick, but I really don't like waiting around and killing time, and so even I will admit that throwing up with my head down the toilet and choking on a half-digested parsnip is preferable to watching extended Come Dine With Me marathons.
So I actually found myself something to do over the weekend. Granted it wasn't as enjoyable as say a weekend in Italy, but I didn't have to while away hours and hours filling my time with pointless exercises. Instead I lounged in front of the television for three days - I even watched all three games from the Six Nations (well two and a half, I may have fallen asleep in one of them).
So by the time Monday came round, I had filled my time quite adequately. I logged on to my emails this morning and there was nothing of interest - as per usual. As I still wasn't feeling 100% (far from it), it looks like today is going to be spent in front of the TV again while I try to kill some more time, and get a little better...
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