I’ve not seen enough daylight recently. I’ve worked lots of hours and have been very grateful for the nights I’ve got home to pie or bangers and mash made by my other-half.*

I started in a low mood this week and I’m partly blaming my beloved Yorkshire Sculpture Park last Sunday. It was cold, damp, muddy and one the exhibitions unsettled me. Alfredo Jaar’s words and images were too bleak particularly ‘The Sound of Silence’. This was when I realised that I didn’t know who or what the Manics sang about on ‘Kevin Carter’. The bleakness is why I’m not providing a link for more info.

It certainly wasn’t all bad though. The sun shone later, we saw herons and the Revolt and Revolutions exhibition was great — though they didn’t seem to have any of these badges left. As typical for me, I’ll go back again in a couple of months time.

I wasn’t helped by going to see Leviathan on Sunday too. It didn’t exactly lift my soul though it was bloody good film.

Then there was success.

My last weeknotes were about failure and this week moved into success. I was involved in new stuff being implemented. I don’t write in detail about my 9–5 but I’ve gotta say it’s a joy to ‘go-live’ particularly after lots of people worked really hard alongside their usual activities and often within short timescales.

I say joy though maybe it can just be relief? It’s done (yeah right..), out the door, delivered. That’s just one of the wrongs with a ‘so-called single go-live’ — the relief that risks weren’t realised can outweigh any satisfaction or cheerfulness. Then, unless the right conversations take place, disappointment follows when people seem to to ask for more

My reading continues

I’m still easing myself back in gently. I’m reading a book I discovered when I was 16 and my English Lit teacher introduced me to Margaret Atwood and Fay Weldon**. It’s an quality comfort read as I used to know this book backwards — Darcy’s Utopia.

And finally…

P.S. I was unsure about publishing this as it reads a bit dark and doesn’t feel a full or fair reflection of my week. As

Ian Ames says above though, publish and be damned.

*Years back I wouldn’t never allow myself to say other-half ‘cos I’m a strong independent woman. But…we all need something or someone to help make us more complete. And…there’s always something or someone who deserves to have that privilege. And, if you’re lucky, they will make you your own (veggie) pie.

**My younger years were mainly pre-internet and I relied on friends who travelled, John Peel, The Face, NME, books and great teachers like Mrs Humphreys for making sure I looked up and out of my-born-into world.