Waste of time?

Well, there goes my aim of having a weekly blog - I guess I've just got too much to say!

Went to Newmarket today - been through it before but have never stopped. Anyway, I find the office I'm working in really easily, get parked up, receive a really friendly welcome and directions to the conference room and toddle off there. I'm supposed to be one of three facilitators on site today, one doing a full day and the other two of us doing just the afternoon managing small groups of learners. Anyway, what do I find when I get to the room? I'll put you out of your suspense - not enough delegates, that's what! Why couldn't somebody have told me before I drove the best part of 100 miles to get there? So I spent about half an hour there and came home - roads were really clear, so I made the trip really quickly, but it was (and remains) dashed hot.

So I get home, painter has finished and it looks good and I have a restorative sandwich. I then get an email telling me that a Monday meeting I've got in my diary in early July which I was told was going to be in Birmingham (which I can make with an early start) is now going to be in Warrington, which means I've got to travel on the Sunday. And, what's worse, and a peril of self employment, is that the trip is expenses only. This isn't turning out to be my best day, is it?

However, I go out into the garden (here's a picture of my raised veggie beds taken a bit earlier in the year - they're all full now, the one at back left covered with anti-fox bits of wood has now got broccoli and romanesco in it) and take solace from the fact that most things seem to be growing well and my first tomatoes are on the verge of ripening. Set against the simple pleasures (at least when the foxes are behaving!) of gardening, most of life's little tribulations fall into perspective and I guess that that's my learning point for today.