Sausage, egg and chips (and friendly hellos)

I have fifteen minutes whilst the OH prepares sausage, egg and chips for dinner.

I’m hoping for the chunky chips (vegans look away now) soaked in beef dripping. I fear we may end up with French fries. We should stop ordering the French fries. They’re so spikey in the mouth.

It’s been a phenomenally busy day. I’ve spent five hours in the kitchen next to the radio making the final push for a big website (see later) I’m working on for a very special client (I don’t think they read this blog).

I’ve listened to endless podcasts, found a delightful acoustic version of Tanita Tikaram’s Twist in my Sobrietyand watched one of my cats throw up on the hallway carpet and then proceed to defecate on the front door mat. At least he had the good grace to move to the doormat. He’s been brought up well.

Monte Carlo

Tickets have come through for the festival. Already. I only put the request in the day before yesterday. Prompt replies are such highly-prized things.

BBC Symphony Orchestra in Monte Carlo, plus Capucon trio and Signum Quartet. Some of the programmes are unknown to me. It’s three days rather than the usual two (I’ll be doing a Trondheim and taking ‘necessary supplies’ in the hold baggage to keep costs down).

Hoping I can get my passport replaced before I go out there (the website says no more than three weeks, but I imagine there’s a bit of a rush on at the moment).

Hoping also that those who need to can coalesce around avoiding a no-deal otherwise I’m going to face a similar challenge to the Aurora Orchestra in Belgium heading back from their 29th March gig.

My flight back to Gatwick is on Monday 1 April. Irony.

Websites and People

I’m doing as much podcast work as I am website work at the moment.

Yesterday was spent editing down two sessions from last week’s ABO Conference (there are two more to go), talking to a new website client, following up with a pal at Disney Corp. and continuing on the website build.

I notice how quickly I can go in ‘deep’ on a piece of work now, even if its only for 15 minutes or so. These short chunks of time spent doing stuff I value creates an achievement-driven self-affirming virtuous circle of loveliness.

By focusing in on stuff or people I’m reminded of the things that bring me pleasure and those things I coincidentally happen to be good at. It’s like being present with own perfect line manager every working hour of the day.

Unexpected friendly hellos

Inevitably, come the concert last night – Ian Page’s Mozart exploration at QEH and the reason for the most recent TG Podcast – I was shattered and surprisingly fraught.

I recognise when I’m tired mostly when I notice I’m picking over things that have happened and those yet to happen, familiar behaviour in search of an self-medicated intervention.

Met up with a pal – a radio producer – had a natter about this and that (mostly me) and then proceeded to the QEH where I bumped into a former BBC colleague from the ‘Savile Crisis’ days, and a chap from the ABO. The conversation is always brief at these kind of occasions (how can it not be?) but warm. That warmth is as gratifying and appreciated as the art created on stage.

And yet we never talk about that, do we?

We never talk about the joy that emerges in the concert hall foyer when the atmosphere created by familiarity and regularity results in something equivalent to a friendly wave from a neighbour across the street.

Picture:  Simone Hutsch on Unsplash

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