The itch

A bit of a pointless post but I thought I might put something up to touch base with any readers.

When I went to bed last night I resigned myself to hours of staring at the ceiling interspersed with staring at the wall or having my eyes closed. I could feel that straining feeling in my shin bones that accompanies the frustrated feeling of time going by unutilised. The lack of independence coupled with a severe shortage of funds results in a 'rat in a cage' castrated feeling. It has been an incredibly restful and enjoyable period over the past few weeks, but now the mind is starting to work overtime again with all sorts of crazy ideas. I'm as well rested as I've ever been and am chomping the bit for some physical and mental challenges. My adrenal gland is also starting to twitch and as I relive some of the adventures while lying in my bed. I always thought the 'travel bug' was a bit of cliche - but it really does physically attack you.

I don't see travel as the immediate solution to problem - partly because of the lack of cash - but getting into the faster paced life in London and filling my time with activities other than diary writing (a large contributor to my nightly schedule) will be a good distraction while I replenish the coffers.

The last couple of weeks have involved regular jaunts down to London for some socialising and and an interview with a recruitment company - apparently they specialise in charity organisations as well as Civil Service recruitment - which is an area I would love to get into. It almost seems like a 'no brainer' (is that an Americanism?) - if you have the choice between working for Macquarie Bank or Amnesty International - in a Finance/Economics related role - which do you choose? I hope you all say AI. I had a job as a vacation clerk for PricewaterhouseCoopers several years ago and even though it was only for three weeks it really gave me an uneasy feeling that I couldn't put my finger on, what was I doing? I may as well have been moving bricks from one pile to another - while taking a brick for myself each time I did it. It took me a while to realise that was the problem and that I would be desperately unhappy in that line of work for a living, and I've never understood how people can do it.

Hmmm, went off on a tangent there. Apart from London visits I've been knocking myself around on the trampoline, learning to play rounders through the stinging nettles and spending quite alot of time at this Suffolk County Library. Lucas came to visit the other day which was fun, and we've started to discuss some possibilities of travel to Holland and maybe France while his mum visits, that would be pre-job for me - therefore going into debt again I imagine.

Anyhoo - I hope Canberra is warming up (still August - don't kid yourself Georgia it's still freezing!!) and the farm is still green and Rupert is still alive. For those of you that know Rupert he is now the toughest looking dog in Queensland, with scars all over him from barb wire fences and getting boxed by big red roos.