Apples

Do you like apples?

Well, after one of the most demoralising job-hunting experiences in which prospective employers went out of their way to make me feel like nothing more than an old bird with a kid, I have bagged a rather lovely role at a rather shit hot PR agency.

How do you like them apples?

I don't mean to brag, but I had to turn another role down in the interim. Ok,  I guess I am bragging. 

It's odd how quickly something happens when it's right. It took 4 days in which time I squeezed two interviews and a writing test in.  Some companies can't manage this in a month. This next role marks the start of a new professional phase for me.  One where I'm in the driving seat, going at the right speed, buckled in for a coast to coast road trip with all my hopes and dreams (career-wise) strapped into the passenger seat. 

Yoga remains part of this journey - the supporting role, the safety belt in fact but relegated to weekends and evenings.  It's lovely and wonderful and fluffy and life-affirming but my landlord prefers cash. Not to mention the sparkly stores on Oxford Street filled with fripperies that have The Lish's name on them.

In a moment of deluded festive vacuity, I decided to take The Lish into town today to see the Christmas Lights and yes, why not the Christmas Windows.  I have very fond memories of these as a child.  My mum would take me to see the Selfridges windows and I would delight in their magic. 

Oxford Street Christmas Lights 2010

The Lish came with a blank mental list on which she was to note down all the things we were to ask Santa for: everything - basically.

Just as well I'm working again.