I am typing from my usual Saturday/Sunday position - ie my desk at work. I am multitasking.
- Writing up a powerpoint presentation, as usual creating too many slides then having to ruthlessly cut back (all killer, no filler). Googling how many slides ought to make up a 10 minute powerpoint presentation (about 14).
- Reflecting on my week, and contemplating the existence of the "Fuck You" Fairy*.
I am feeling marginally guilty about not having made it to a dawn service, but reflecting on how lucky I was to be able to visit Gallipoli in June last year. I have been looking back through my photos.
|Lone Pine Cemetery|
|The trenches - sometimes they threw grenades, sometimes food and cigarettes|
|ANZAC Cove from afar|
|It was surreal, walking along that beach, imagining the Diggers landing.|
|My favourite picture, a verse that resonates with me.|
* The Fuck-You fairy is a tongue in cheek thing I made up. Basically it refers to the force that acts when you have made peace with what is and made plans. The fairy flies in, says "fuck you" and you have to change your plans again. The fuck you fairy is not a bad thing, it is kind of like Murphy's law.
What is your version of the fuck you fairy?
And what are you up to this weekend?