Things are moving along, slowly….
Jean is, officially, employed at a company in Edgware (which is vrek far from where we are) as a contractor for 2 months, which could become permanent. I’m sure he wants it to be permanent though. I am hoping to receive an offer from a recruitment company for a IT security headhunting position, although I have an application in with the first company I interviewed with, for a slightly more senior position, which the chap I met with told me I would be more suited to. Holding all thumbs and big toes for that one.
Last week was spent at the Holiday Inn in Bexley doing an Inventory course for some part time work, which I would like to do – it was very interesting and far more detailed than I expected inventory management to be.
Friday, I was off to Bracknell in Berkshire for a second interview (refer aforementioned offer), for which I had prepared a power point presentation and the like. I was dying in my skirt suit, as last week was the hottest in Britain this year. The humidity was killing me – and there I had to stand, in my long red skirt and blazer, with leather heels on my sweaty feet. It was not pleasant, to say the least. I couldn’t bare to put my takkies back on for the train trip home, so I bought a cheap pair of plakkies (which are flip flops, for those not familiar with South Africanism’s)
When I arrived back in London, I took a walk down to South Bank and lay on a shady patch of grass, while listening to the performers and buskers do their thing. It was such a relaxing moment.
I, then, caught a tube to Edgware to meet Jean for his trip back home….the long, arduous, hot, sweaty trip to the homestead, which met us with a massive electric storm. Although I was all for a walk in the weather, Jean was more apprehensive and insisted we take cover in our local, The Bull Inn, until the storm had passed. Poor judgement on my part and good suggestion on his because the storm that followed a few minutes later was rather spectacular. East Farleigh was thrashed from top to bottom by wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
Our local pub, The Bull Inn
My step dad picked us up on his way home from the British Open, after we had been exiled from the pub, due to closing time.
Yesterday, we took a trip up to Stonehenge. I wish I could, accurately, explain how I felt standing in front of those rocks. All the years that I have known about them, what I have read about them, when we have spoken about them. The amount of history, the theories, the mystery…it was utterly a amazing and humbling. I’m not a religious person by any means, but I felt a connection to the history of Stonehenge, for whatever purpose it served.
* Edit: what is up with all the people jumping for pictures in front of the stones? I think I missed the memo on that one, but I did walk around shaking my head at all of them for being social media slaves** – because, you know, it’s cool to be quirky, right? Okay, thats my judgemental bit for the day done.
Jean and I in front of the stones
We, then, teetered off to Salisbury (which is, apparently, pronounced “Saulsbury” – get your language right, England) for a spot of tea (see what I did there!?! :D) at the King’s Head, followed by a stroll to the Anglican Cathedral, which has the highest spire in the United Kingdom.
The canal next to the Kings Head
Its a con-spire-acy!
The dudes on the walls freaked me out a little bit
Yesterday was one of the best days I have had. I can’t wait to have more like them….onto Castles next (and I don’t mean the beer).
Today…well, the hunt starts again.
**okay whatever, I’m a social media slave too, but I don’t jump.