The trouble with doing a long hike on Sunday and then immediately walking to work from Waterloo the following day is that you get massive cramp.
Writing this to the sound of “Cotten-Eyed Joe” in a field in the middle of Hertfordshire. How did we get here?
Career progression in engineering is heavily on my mind this week. Both the general case, and my own (I think they call this career planning) - and I’ve started writing down some thoughts. It’s hard to write something that includes both a diagnosis of difficulties and some suggestions without it reading a bit like a manifesto but I’m trying. And also to not make it just about me. And here we are.
Furthering a reputation I’d rather I not have, I discovered that a cache of discount cards for the sea-creature pub and started distributing them. Sorry Euan.
Gee, the first season of this Succession show is pretty good. Yes I know I'm several years late.
There's a lot more to write but I don't want to miss my inconsequential self-imposed deadline again, and on account of being in a field in the middle of Hertfordshire can predict that it's going to be a chore to publish this. Wish me luck.
