Monthly Archives: June 2012

Turn on, tune in, drop out

Decision made. This is quite an achievement for me, because I’m generally terrible at making decisions. I even disagree with Magic 8 Balls.

I’ve dropped out. Dropped out of S216, but not out of my OU degree. But that is a good thing: there is no guilt here (hoorah!) because I just don’t have the time or motivation for this course at the moment.

Having found myself needing a week’s extension for TMA04, then watching the week’s extension fly past with a satisfying “whoosh” sound, then coming to the realisation that I hadn’t even thought about my project, I arrived at the conclusion that I have too much going on at the moment.

I feel lighter already. It’s an enormous weight off my mind; I can concentrate on building my new business (did I mention it’s called Sunflower Communications?), make sure I actually enjoy my holiday to Germany in September, and look forward to starting S207 The Physical World in October. I’m very excited. It’s all about physics!

The OU has a very good system: I’m transferring 30% of my S216 course fee to S207, so I’m getting 30% off my next course. I’m fine with that, because I’ve got all the course books and materials for S216, so I’ll read them at my leisure over the next few months.

I can’t help feeling that if the course had been more like S104, I would have struggled far less to find time for it. I hope so. S216 has been a disappointment to me, but I suspect that is at least partly my fault – although I still say to the authors: please discover and embrace paragraphs!

So off I go. Good luck to those still doing S216; and bring on S207! Physics ROCKS.


Supporting other freelancers

I’m a terrible person. I haven’t blogged for so long I’ve almost forgotten how to. But, in my defence, my new business Sunflower Communications is doing so well I’ve no time to even study!

Anyway. A very talented lady has just popped her illustration portfolio up on WordPress. Take a look. She’s bloody good.

Illustration Portfolio.

Home is where my heart is

Home is somewhere you take with you wherever you go. I have several homes: Joe and the cats and our friends; my parents and my brother; Joe’s family; Nana and Grandma’s houses. And a beautiful place in Hathersage.

Harper Lees

Home to everyone who visited

Sometimes, something you think will be there forever isn’t, any more. Years ago, in a different life, I spent a fair amount of time at the childhood home of good friends. It became home to everyone who visited, and I feel extremely privileged to have been invited and welcomed. So here is what I think of that place.

Harper Lees is home.

Whether you’re a new friend or an old friend, or a complete stranger, you are welcomed at the door and enveloped in love.

It’s a place of friendship and healing; where, no matter how long it’s been, people you love turn up from all over the place and it’s like no time has passed at all.

I often wander there in my dreams; my memories; and recall some of the happiest times of my life. Steaming tea and warm conversation on the farmhouse table; the photographs on the pinboard. The jokes and the confidences shared. The hugs, always there when you needed one. The reindeer rope swing, the cat on the high beams, the Aga and the warmth of the kitchen. The damp bonfires, kick-started by PC and a highly-strung can of petrol, and the WHOOMF that followed. Mulled wine, mud, and laughter everywhere. Hats and scarves, shorts and sandals. The stone circle and the ramblers.

And, later, the next generation. Children laughing.

It’s a house – a home – that has seen dozens of children grow up laughing, and has seen dozens of adults join in.

I have never known somewhere so welcoming and warm and safe. Somewhere that oozes memories; and the memories that aren’t yours, feel like yours anyway. Because everyone there belongs there, even if they only just arrived.

At Harper Lees, sorrow is changed to joy, and sadness to Peace.

Christopher and Gillie, Richard and Anna, thank you so very much for sharing your home and your lives and your love with me. And thank you to all my old friends – my family – for the good times and the love and the laughs and the singed eyebrows.

Sentimental words don’t really do this justice. Perhaps it’s enough to say that I love you all. And I know that you’ll take the essence of Harper Lees to your new home and build a new sanctuary.

Harper Lees is home, and it always will be.