I’m pretty proud of my career. I quit uni (against most people’s better judgement) after giving it a go for six months. I’d always wanted to work, and I dutifully went to intern for my sister for a week… and didn’t leave for another three years… I’m now a Client Services Director at a Software Company (which is more exciting than it sounds!) but in the last ten years I’ve been working, without doubt my favourite part of the job has been marketing and events.
Though it’s been a strangely uneventful month – it’s actually been an insanely stressful. Work, life, family, friends, love life – it seems that literally something has gone wrong on every feasible cylinder. I should have guessed it might have been a bad month when my Mum and I decided to treat ourselves to a relaxing weekend of wining and reading our books by the fire… Only for a pipe to burst and a huge part of the house be flooded and ruined…
Easter, for whatever reason, seems to be the perfect time to bake – probably because for many it heralds the end of six weeks ~deprivation~ without chocolate, sugar and all sorts of other things which people give up on the eve of beginning of lent!
I love the four days of Easter – everything seems a bit more relaxed, spring is in the air, the house is filled with daffodils and now, in later years, my nieces and nephews have come over for an egg hunt.
So, we were pretty excited about snorkelling and hanging out between two tectonic plates…
By the time Sunday – our penultimate day in Iceland rolled round – and we’d felt the cold bite of a 70m storm from the moment we wake up, J and I were well and truly ready to jack the snorkelling in. H on the other hand was adamant we should go, so we wrapped up in our thermals, threw on some extra layers for good measure and, on slightly calmer roads, followed the Sat Nav to Penvgillar National Park.
