All work and no play

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...makes Jack a bad tempered old witch, if he is anything like me.

I just checked back in the blog, and I don't appear to have mentioned that I got a new job. Now, that's not as radical or life changing as it might sound. I still work for the same organisation that I have worked for since 1996.....I just got offered (and accepted) a different role in the organisation. Actually...that should read "additional" role. As is typical with my employer I am actually doing two jobs, same money, same hours, etc etc etc! (stay with me...there's a point to this...) So, as well as a management role in Sales, I am now a Product Manager. It's actually a great job, but involves a lot more travelling. So, below, courtesy of the new, tiny (and gloriously pink) camera Peter got me for christmas, are pictures from my travels in January:



This is the train station at Frankfurt airport.


This is to show that I did actually get outside the convention center in Philadelphia.

And this is a view of Chicago, in the snow, from the plane, as I head off to visit the mothership in Ohio.

And, yes, this was all in January. I have convinced myself that laura doesn't suffer from all this travelling I do. She doesn't *appear* to care, so long as she gets a present. My sanity on the other hand.......well, that's another post!

Just exactly how rubbish am I?

And that is a rhetorical question, btw.

So, further catching up is required.

Christmas was good. As it was to be the first year in the new house, with a room big enough to have a really big tree we stayed home and made peope come to us. We tried to make Tom come to us, but to get out of Christmas in the mad house he gave himself kidney stones and ended up in hospital over Christmas. Actually, he spent spent christmas in bed, drugged to his eyeballs, with people tending to his every need! (Note to self for next year.......!!) But seriously, it was a worrying couple of days for all concerned, and no picnic for Tom, either. But, he is 100% better now, and we will be celebrating a belated christmas in a couple of weekends, at the his mum's house...i.e. the first Mrs Robinson. (For those who don't know, Tom is my stepson)

Laura missed Tom very much, but still enjoyed christmas as only a four year old can, i.e. pointing out which presents Santa neglected to bring! No - she was an angel, loved having visitors, loved opening presents with people, etc.

We managed to entice Vronni and family up to the frozen north, which was lovely. They stayed till just after new year, and we were joined by jenny & richard on New Year's Eve...and we all stayed up pastt midnight. Amazing at our age.