Mercury retrograde
Anton on the morning train, and we had a laugh before joining in the general groaning when more delays were announced. We sat in the unmoving train a few miles outside Croydon as the conductor broadcast a message about being delayed for ten minutes, and the woman next to us began a fairly good humoured rant about how railway minutes were like Irish country miles. I suggested it was bad for the capital, having trainloads of furious commuters disgorged into its very heart.
Mercury retrograde this week which, according to astrologers, means disrupted communications. For me, every journey without exception has been delayed. And my phone at work has an intermittent fault and won't ring, and the wireless router I've ordered has gone AWOL. Maybe it was behind a return of the horrible skewering feeling of missing MJ and the kids. And maybe it is behind all the things that went wrong at work, bungled presentations and so on.
But the intense pressure at least enabled me and the Gnome to end up with some good work. One was a digital port hole through which you can see a boat moving on stylized river waves, with a backdrop of a stylised London scrolling by; a pitch presentation on a Midas theme, and a few new concepts including a very good TV script for the pitch on Monday. Left work at 7:30 and, to disprove the theory, my journey home wasn't delayed.
A blessed relief to be home, and snacking into a bowl of my surprisingly good home-made stew.
Anton on the morning train, and we had a laugh before joining in the general groaning when more delays were announced. We sat in the unmoving train a few miles outside Croydon as the conductor broadcast a message about being delayed for ten minutes, and the woman next to us began a fairly good humoured rant about how railway minutes were like Irish country miles. I suggested it was bad for the capital, having trainloads of furious commuters disgorged into its very heart.
Mercury retrograde this week which, according to astrologers, means disrupted communications. For me, every journey without exception has been delayed. And my phone at work has an intermittent fault and won't ring, and the wireless router I've ordered has gone AWOL. Maybe it was behind a return of the horrible skewering feeling of missing MJ and the kids. And maybe it is behind all the things that went wrong at work, bungled presentations and so on.
But the intense pressure at least enabled me and the Gnome to end up with some good work. One was a digital port hole through which you can see a boat moving on stylized river waves, with a backdrop of a stylised London scrolling by; a pitch presentation on a Midas theme, and a few new concepts including a very good TV script for the pitch on Monday. Left work at 7:30 and, to disprove the theory, my journey home wasn't delayed.
A blessed relief to be home, and snacking into a bowl of my surprisingly good home-made stew.
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