We pick up the story where I left off last time in Phoenix Rising…
In 1980, only three years after starting work after leaving school, I was moving into my next position with the Mansfield Sand Group of companies – Specifically Mansfield Asphalt.
So here we are – another year passed. And the more that pass, the more compressed a year becomes. The spatial gap that exists between January 1st and December 31st is definitely more finite than it used to be…
I have been a manager for many years, and although I do not manage people well (or more precisely, I only manage certain types of people well, others I struggle with), my own forte is in project management.
Give or take. That’s how many pixels I have stored over the years in one format of film or another. Shall we take a look at them? Continue reading
This unassuming entrance is the reception of our nearest private hospital, The Park, Nottingham. And it has just played host to my first proper hospital stay…
Ha! It’s times like this I know I should have been an author, but I just can’t retain the thread of a story long enough to get it down on paper. Not that this post is about my writing. It’s just that I’ve impressed myself with the title. Which incidentally bears little relevance to this post. And thankfully absolutely nothing to do with Harry Potter!
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Feeling rather melancholy tonight. Continue reading
This is the story of my front tooth. And my hatred of dentists. Read carefully, there is an important message at the end of it. Try not to cheat and skip ahead.
Here is a story of friendship. Oh, scrub that. I don’t have any.