focus ....

I was sat in the office this afternoon, frantically trying to get a recommendation report finished in draft form. I have been researching the information for this for what seems like a life time ... but alas it has only been 12 months.
Anyway I knew I would finish the draft before the deadline of 30/06. I hit the send button to escalate it upwards and onwards up the management chain at 15.00 hours today, said 'phew!' and booked a days leave for tomorrow..............

Now the focus is I have a friend coming to stay at the weekend, have a team building day, 2 days studying, then my final exams next week..... as I was typing away today I was hit by 'OMG ... no me time for ages' hence the day off tomorrow.

I must stay focused and do a bit of this
& I must do lots of this


I must avoid this


or
and
will lose in straight sets to

I consider that I am not a bad mother. I keep a good house. I work full time and have various creative projects on the go.
All in all I am busy woman.

In the early stages after divorce life was tough, one of the biggest juggling acts I have ever had to do, but on the other hand it was strangely easier too (no wet towels left on the bathroom floor, no shavings in the bathroom sink and the freedom to please myself)

The main two things I realised that my ex husband did was 1. take the bin out on a Tuesday and 2. water the plants. Not bad really.

Needless to say all the house plants died.

Imagine my horror when last year my teen announced she wanted some cacti. Oh no! Plants!
So not being a 'bad mum' I bought 6 tiny cacti from the local garden centre put them in cute little pots in the conservatory..... and that was it.

2 weeks ago I was cleaning the conservatory and getting it ready for the summer. (It is not used too much in the winter as it feels like the Antartic and in the summer like the Sahara Desert.)

I had completely forgotten about the cacti....... so imagine my surprise when I saw this

My kind of plants. What beauties!!

eye for.........

I briefly mentioned here a business trip I took to Athens.
During the 2 week extravaganza I was accompanied by a great pal 'Krees'. That is how our Greek host said his name.
Krees & I have worked together off and on for about 15 years. Last week were having one of our 'chin wags' and found ourselves discussing 'the fear of heights'

Now you all well know I hate flying but I have also developed this fear of heights too. I am fine with the concept of being up there but the fear is the looking down. So to cut a long story short he sent me some photos he took from up high on the Eiffel Tower.
I asked if he would mind if I posted them and he replied 'not at all'

Quite frankly 'Krees' has a great eye for images, detail & persepctive and I think he should do a photography blog. What do you think?? It think they are fabulous.




If these didn't convince you .... have a look at these from London et Paris

& his son (11 years old) is certainly following in his footsteps with this captured shot

green is the colour...............

The Wednesday hike took me and my mate and a very excitable puppy along this trail near home.
My mate is a native to these parts so she is educating me to the natural 'nooks and crannies' she explored as a child living inland (where as I am a coastal gal)

I was amazed at the natural beauty of this urban area that I have only seen a tiny bit of, and has been left to grow undisturbed
.