2010 is drawing inexorably to a close. In many ways it has been an interesting year, challenging too.
January, much like the current month, was one of snow and transportation chaos. I went to Cyprus with my then-girlfriend, and we had a six hour wait to get onto the aeroplane followed by a two hour wait to be de-iced. Naturally there was a conspiracy theorist nearby who was certain that it was all done with the intention of getting us to spend as much as possible with the on-board shop. Er, No. The last time anyone took off from Birmingham with ice on their wings, they stalled, crashed and burned. Definitely not to be recommended.
February and March were busy work-wise, and little progress was made on my Masters dissertation. Not ideal, to put it mildly. So in April I biffed off for a week, using some long accumulated points to fly over to Chicago. Met a pal over there, but spent several gloriously uninterrupted hours each day getting some "meat on the bones". Sadly on the day I flew out, my girlfriend's father went into hospital. Not a good time to be away, and after I got back he sadly passed away. A really nice chap too.
The day of the funeral was unreal. With it being late morning in South London we set out at the crack of dawn, only to be met by a bull strolling down one of the village roads. Some nifty reversing avoided acquiring a new bonnet mascot, and when my ex-girlfriend rang the Police, their first question was "Is it a large bull?". I'm surprised they didn't ask us to go back and get its registration number from its ear tag!
The General Election in May brought about the first significant coalition government since 1945. As a Liberal Democrat of many years' standing, I was both hopeful and optimistic that this would be if not entirely a "new dawn" at least a chance to have something better than the "yah boo" confrontational politics of recent generations.
My particular ambition for the new government was, and is, one which is more libertarian, recognises and supports the needs of individuals, and which allows and encourages us to get on with our lives without undue intrusion by the so-called "Nanny State".
June saw further tragedy, with my ex-girlfriend's younger sister passing away. Her health had been troublesome for years, and whilst a lung transplant had extended her life, her passing just six weeks after her father was truly awful. We found ourselves at the same Crematorium for the second time in a couple of months. This time it was a humanist funeral, which was, in so far as these things ever can be, really good. It allowed those present to get a real flavour of who the late and much lamented person was, their views, interests, passions, the things that mattered to them. I think I'll take that route when the time comes. As long as there's Allegre's Miserere and one or two personal favourites played, I'll be happy.
I suspect mine will be packed; a few because they're sad and they'll miss me, the rest to make sure...
In July my neice got her degree results. Great news, she got a 2:1 in International Politics at Aberystwyth, and was elected as Vice President (Education) at the Students' Union. She's someone who works hard and does her best at everything, and you bet I'm proud of her.
That reminded me that the marks for my course should be available - I'd actually forgotten to check when I handed in what the results date was! Second thing to go, memory... I rang up just as the person with the answers walked into the office, and was dumbfounded when they told me their recommendation to the exam board.
I got a Distinction, the top grade. It was only a day or two before the hand-in that I realised I was going to pass, so engrossed I'd been. When your supervisor talks seriously about turning it into a professional journal article or a starting point for a PhD then the risk of failure isn't so high. I drove home to put the finishing touches with the hood down and the radio on. Mike and the Mechanics' "Living Years" was playing, and I cracked up. It's six years since Dad died, which meant that he never got to see me get my LLB or LLM, but he'd have been dead proud. Not that he would have said too much to me about it, but he'd have told all his friends.
Work, bereavement, study, all got a bit stressful, to put it mildly. I had a long-term contract come to an end at the end of July, and took a break over the summer to recover from it all. Sadly the relationship didn't stand the strain, but we do speak now and then, even though we are no longer an "item".
October saw a trip to Huddersfield, one of my old haunts, with my older nephew who had recently completed his teacher training course, following on from a Bachelor of Stinkbombs degree from Plymouth. He'd had a few interviews, and stayed over at the weekend as getting from Caerphilly to Huddersfield for 8-30 a.m. by public transport isn't on.
There was a teaching element in the morning, with the interview proper after lunch. I wouldn't say I knew he'd get it, but I spent the bulk of the time scouring the letting agencies for somewhere for him to live. On the way back to Birmingham, where I was to put him on a train, they made him a conditional offer, with one or two things needing further thought before he gave his response. Teaching seems to want same day or next-day answers, and he had another interview lined up later in that week. So, I drove, we talked, and it wasn't until we were past Worcester he realised I was driving him back home... 484 miles in on day. Boy did I ever have Taxi Drivers' Bum at the end of it!!
November saw a return trip, this time to view places. Some were okay, others a bit iffy, and one was a flat where the letting agency hadn't seen the lease and which, I disocovered, it would have been unlawful to let! Found a converted mill in a nice village just out of town, best of the lot and a decent rent.
So December saw the move. What a pantomime. Snowy, (the 40 degree slope to the car park was challenging!) our major good fortune was the fact that the place was near a bus route, so gritted and ploughed apart from the last couple of hundred yards. Nearest pub - the Slip Inn - talk about well named!
The letting agents were awful. They'd misfiled his deposit, given him duff info, and not done the various repairs that they had promised. Not only has Uncle got a couple of law degrees, he's done housing disrepair claims professionally, so you can imagine the letter that was sent!
Ikea at this point rather let the side down, as there was a manufacturing fault that meant the bed wouldn't go together properly. The nearest branch (Leeds) was out of stock, but would have some available on the day he went home! Oops!
Christmas has been quite quiet. Had a few discussions with a Skoda dealership about the delayed delivery of my mother's new car. It has been on the docs for a fortnight, although thanks to the first lot of duff information we thought it had been there longer, so she's wasted some money on change-over insurance that will expire too soon. Having arrived on12th December, they reckon they can give us an ESTIMATED date of delivery by around 30th December. VAT goes up in January - thanks folks!
So, that's my personal review of the year, and my first Blog posting.
BLOGGING POLICY
Simple. I'm not necessarily going to post every day. When something interesting happens, or there's something I want to say that won't fit into a Twitter posting, I'll put something up on here. I have, of course, no idea of who / how many will read this, so to the intrepid pioneers who have endured this massive missive, my thanks, whoever you are.
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