Back to Square One

And so, here we are again.

Trawling the internet for a hint of a job.

Sending in applications, re-writing CVs.

Going to the Job Centre, sorry, Jobseeker Plus Centre, they've been re-branded.

The shrug their shoulders and say, it's the quiet time of the year.

It happens.

I'm not getting too down about it, I have some new skills to sell, and hopefully something will happen. Many thanks for your words of support, they are all appreciated.

Mum has been taken into hospital and is currently waiting for an operation. She has a strangulated hernia and it is now blocking things inside, as it were. So, we is waiting, unable to eat for two days in case an slot for the operation becomes free. We did at least talk on the phone, the nurse have not been telling her when we call to see how she is. So, she feels a little better about that now.
We are hoping that this will bring the change we think she needs, but change is something she has been unable to do, and like most of us sees faults in others but does not like to turn her gaze on herself.

It happens to us all.

The snow is melting, and rain is falling, and slowly the muddy colours of an English winter are emerging from below their white blanket. We may even see the sun on Sunday, which will be nice. We should be going to Whitstable for a Flickrmeet, people from all over the county meeting p and taking pictures, mostly of each other; but it will be good to head out, maybe have breakfast in the Old Oysterhouse, and pint of ale in the Old Nelson pub on the beach.

Something to look forward to.

Be lucky.