Yesterday was a tough day. The title in colloquial Scottish says it all. There was much happening that required decisions to be made and my head was full of other stuff from the day before and also that I was unable to use the gym at the hotel because someone staying next door to it had complained of the noise. Press ups and sit ups dont compare with the bike.
It was not until I got to the airport @ about 5pm did I realise, (a) I had got the airport and (b) I was utterly drained. I had been thinking of Izzy all day but that was not the reason I was drained, I just was. I decided to drop a quick text to her so that she would have it in the morning when she woke. Oh silly me, she reads it, then calls me because even with 6000+ miles between us she cares an awful lot about me. The fug lifted as we spoke, not about sharing the frustration of 40 minute walks to ATM's that then did not work, more that for the first time in 5 weeks I heard a glimmer of real happiness in her voice. It was the Georgie that most know coming back. She has arrived at her whole body decision, put her head back in the right place, and now it is all about timing and the courage of her convictions. We talked about many things on that call until I could hear the tiredness of her day spent thinking and being, taking over. Guessed right again, we said good night and I boarded the plane back to Brissol!
There was an amusing moment to yesterday, a call from my great friend who the previous day had been for a 3rd round interview with an HRD. So in thinking about interviews which I have a lot recently, there are many ways to prepare for your candidates. Reading through their CV's, looking at any test results, of the psychological kind, and generally making sure that the logistics of meet & greet and rooms are all done. It is surprising therefore when my friend turns up for the interview and doesn't meet the HRD. Now it must have been (a) an emergency, (b) a call from the higher echelons or (c) a forgotten hair appointment. Ummm these pesky global organisations what would they be if there senior leadership did not have great hair!
I was referred to as 'incredible' yesterday. I have been wondering today is that Mr or Jack. Not been referred to as that before. Today was a day of sorting stuff out and writing a 'transition plan', calls, more calls, and a fair few emails. I picked my lovelies up from their mums, and tea was followed by a trip over to Exmoor to drop Nathan off at his first cub camp. They are sleeping at a village hall. We arrived to what was possibly organised chaos. You can spot the ones who even though they are 9 years old would annoy you within 5 seconds, and they did. There were many soft toys, slippers and multitude of PJ's on display. I find it fascinating to watch the parents with their children and you just know who is going to miss who the most. It is the first time Nathan has been away from home non-family related. I took his best mate Joe with us and it was most amusing to hear the two of them singing along to Lady GaGa in the back of the car whilst Em and I traded looks of wonderment. They have a 6 mile walk tomorrow amongst many other activities but the main topic of conversation was the fact they were getting a cooked breakfast!
I know that Izzy did not manage many miles today as Kris is not well. I hope that they can soon pick back up the pace and get to Saigon where western food, westerners and a lot of shops will hopefully keep that smile alive in her voice.
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