Bournemouth and Work Thoughts

Have had a lovely weekend in my Bournemouth flat. Quiet, sunny, great shopping, stunning sea views and park walk from my house to the clifftop or the walk through the Upper East Side (that's my Bon Mouth talk for East Boscombe which is a des res area and made me think a detached home, with an in out drive, is something to aspire to) to le feesh n chip shop in Southbourne. No need to convince myself why I bought a flat here - it's bloody marvellous. Felt on cloud nine driving into Bournemouth centre, sun shining, tree lined avenues, music up loud. In fact going to stay tonight too and drive to work tomorrow morning.

I will look for a job down here as well as Reading/Basingstoke/Bracknell. Would prefer to live here full time if I can find a decent enough salary. Whatever happens I don’t want a 60 hrs per week job with lots of travel – rather I need a job which allows me to continue my great work/life balance with time for my creative interests, art house movies, friends and the regular w/end away.

There’s not only sea salt in my air, but love

Well long time no blog. Been a busy girl. You know recuperating from op (feeling great and healing very nicely), debating over whether to take voluntary redundancy (looks like I should) or not, coming to terms with my role vanishing in the new corporate structure (crying over all my hard work being thrown out and my role not being valued), debating whether to live in Bournemouth or not (it’s so bloody gorgeous but salaries so low), doing up my Bournemouth flat (pretty much there except for that bloody blue skirting I inherited), procrastinating against painting the skirting in the form of enjoying the seaside and the glorious sunshine (short walk to cliff top is so much more alluring than another paint tin exploding in my face), and finally being utterly distracted from my woes by a man. Alas his stupid company keep sending his to the US for work.