It's a cool 15C here this morning
What's that in old money? Let's see.....Tf = (9/5)*Tc+32......so that's 59F.
I think at least three of you have told me that it's 95F where you are. I couldn't remember the last time the temperature reached 95F in Britain, so I checked up. And it was July 2006, when it reached 97.7F in the south (the highest recorded temperature ever was in August 2003, at 101.3F).
But at this time of year, high fifties is about the norm, and in Northern England we won't reach 95F, even in a blistering summer. Which is why, if you're in Orlando or somewhere similar, you'll see loads of dehydrated Brits, desperately rushing from one air-conditioned mall to another.
I was up at 6:45, making tea for Wifey and me; grabbing another ten minutes in bed before the daily rigmarole of waking and feeding daughter, preparing pack lunch, dealing with the odd request to iron a blouse, polishing shoes, laying out school uniform and ensuring recorders are packed in school bags (as well as antibiotics for diseased foot at present).
Then back home for a day, if I'm lucky, of incisive decision making and high output. If I'm unlucky (which is the norm), staring at the laptop, wondering how on earth I can present a compelling case for layered virtualization solutions for internal infrastructure in Tier 2 datacentres. Yep, I know. Thrilling, eh? Still it pays the bills.
Emotional ups and downs? Not a whole lot, really. Sorry. There's an underlying nagging stress that someone is actually going to realise I'm not that good at my job. But I've lived with that for years and, to be honest, it only seems to be me that thinks I'm crap. So maybe it's just the usual paranoia and self-doubt.
Anyway! I will plug through this day, maybe cook a fish pie for tea, tidy the house in preparation for daughter's friends turning up for the main birthday event tomorrow. The open a bottle of wine and root out a good film. Perhaps The English Patient so we can both have a good sob.....
"I just wanted you to know I'm not missing you yet."
"You will."
Cue tears and cuddles. By the time he carries her from the cave, I'll be in a bucket.
What's that in old money? Let's see.....Tf = (9/5)*Tc+32......so that's 59F.
I think at least three of you have told me that it's 95F where you are. I couldn't remember the last time the temperature reached 95F in Britain, so I checked up. And it was July 2006, when it reached 97.7F in the south (the highest recorded temperature ever was in August 2003, at 101.3F).
But at this time of year, high fifties is about the norm, and in Northern England we won't reach 95F, even in a blistering summer. Which is why, if you're in Orlando or somewhere similar, you'll see loads of dehydrated Brits, desperately rushing from one air-conditioned mall to another.
I was up at 6:45, making tea for Wifey and me; grabbing another ten minutes in bed before the daily rigmarole of waking and feeding daughter, preparing pack lunch, dealing with the odd request to iron a blouse, polishing shoes, laying out school uniform and ensuring recorders are packed in school bags (as well as antibiotics for diseased foot at present).
Then back home for a day, if I'm lucky, of incisive decision making and high output. If I'm unlucky (which is the norm), staring at the laptop, wondering how on earth I can present a compelling case for layered virtualization solutions for internal infrastructure in Tier 2 datacentres. Yep, I know. Thrilling, eh? Still it pays the bills.
Emotional ups and downs? Not a whole lot, really. Sorry. There's an underlying nagging stress that someone is actually going to realise I'm not that good at my job. But I've lived with that for years and, to be honest, it only seems to be me that thinks I'm crap. So maybe it's just the usual paranoia and self-doubt.
Anyway! I will plug through this day, maybe cook a fish pie for tea, tidy the house in preparation for daughter's friends turning up for the main birthday event tomorrow. The open a bottle of wine and root out a good film. Perhaps The English Patient so we can both have a good sob.....
"I just wanted you to know I'm not missing you yet."
"You will."
Cue tears and cuddles. By the time he carries her from the cave, I'll be in a bucket.
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The last time that I saw The English Patient was when it was first released - an excellent film! It's now in the queue for my future viewing pleasure.
Best of luck with your presentation on layered virtualization solutions for internal infrastructure in Tier 2 datacentres. I hope that it is well received. I wish I knew what it was