The Waiting Game

No blog for a while because all my spare mental energy has been taken up with thoughts and hopes and fears about my soon - to - be - born grandchild. Apart from being seduced by every baby shop between here and Newcastle (my clients take me on this route regularly!) and reading up about modern methods, ideas, advice and trends, I think I have been extremely laid back about the whole thing. Until this week. 

Now, every time my phone bleeps its message signal or the land line rings, I nearly jump out of my skin. Of course, I was never like this about my own pregnancy but it is so different when the baby you gave birth to is about to go through it themselves.

A fantastic development for all new parents has undoubtedly been the internet. They can shop online (gosh, I remember the nightmare of buggy / trolley negotiations in the supermarket), monitor baby's progress with nhs sites and best of all, hook into the numerous chat rooms and support groups available. There is nowhere as lonely on earth than being responsible for a new baby and suddenly not knowing what to do.

So now we are literally days away from the event and the next generation is about to arrive. The next blog will have all the details and, of course, a named baby!

See you soon,

Angie

The rain it raineth

It is pouring with rain and blowing a gale and the last thing I want to do is to go out there and battle the elements. But I will. Because in a couple of hours I am meeting up with two of the most fun and interesting people I have ever worked with and we're to have a jolly lunch, punctuated by talk of work here and there.

Then, I am going to visit a studio / workshop where an unbelievably talented couple make the most stunning handbags in the whole world. I can't say why I am going there in case the person who is going to benefit from my visit may be reading this posting, but let me tell you - she is going to be knocked out when she sees what I bring back!

So every cloud...........

It's been a strange time, with the election over on the other side of the ocean and the ongoing uncertainty within the business world here. Along with many millions of people the world over, I breathed a sigh of relief on Wednesday morning, having kept the telly on all night and drifted in and out of sleep while the results came in. Naive? I don't think so; I really do believe the guy has the ability to make a huge difference and gosh are we ready for it.

Last Sunday, the gorgeous husband and I saw War Horse at the National - what a treat. I love the theatre so much that I have finally allowed myself to admit that it's my addiction. Now we're looking forward to Ivanov next week and the tickets for Waiting for Godot (March - with the great Sir Ian McKellan) have just arrived in the post.

Another lovely Birmingham training last Friday - thank you, you fabulous people for always being so lively and engaging, no matter what challenges I throw out.

My daughter is about to give birth and I dream about nothing but babies these days.

So that's it for now.

See you soon,

Angie