Hello,
It's been almost 3 months, so in summary: job is going ok, I'm as about as established here as I'm going to be. I'm missing the BBC Olympic coverage (including the multi-streams) and am getting fitter than I've ever been before. (Gym 3 times + swimming 2 or 3 times a week is verging on obsessive I accept)
Anyway, this quarter's excuse for not blogging more about what I'm doing is that I'm doing it. And I'm playing. Trying things I've not done before. Trying things my mother would doubtless disapprove of (well hopefully). Getting away from London and the direct influence of people I know and respect means that I can do stuff without fear of losing that residual respect they have for me...
Basically I can fall on my face, metaphorically, without worrying too much. This sense of life-as-play is liberating, and is probably the biggest lesson I have to carry forward. Failing is not a crime. You don't have to excel to enjoy.
In that vain, next week I'll fall on my face, literally, when I go snowboarding for the first time. No I've not been skiing either.
Wish me luck.
