Today is my penultimate day at Asco. For those interested the company name stands for "Aberdeen Service Company", the middle word seemingly having been forgotten group-wide. But that's for my exit interview with our HR department tomorrow.
Depression-ensuing jobs aside, however, the sun shining through the window reminds me to always look forward. Or as Eric Idle once said "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life"
De dum. De dum de dum de dum.
On this subject, one of the greatest benefits I get from running is the psychological rather than physical benefits (although the latter is appreciated of course). The ability to just run quietens your mind, and the action of running through streets, forests and hills separates you from society. You leave your phone at home, and in turn become inaccessible to everyone, even if it is only for a short period in relation to the length of an entire day.
Luca continues to enthral however. Granted, my patience for him when returning home at the end of a long day after 7pm at night is limited, but he does make me laugh more than anyone else. I do, however, have to stifle my mirth during the daily "butting of heads" between he and his Mum. They argue with one another before coming to me individually to "tell" on the other!
Honestly, they're so similar you could switch their brains with one another and no-one would know the difference.
As I type this Granny Jo will be collecting Luca from school. He does take such advantage of his Gran, who perversely seems to not mind. I'm waiting for the day she lays down the law with him. Those huge eyes of his will be opened so wide a gravitational field will form around them.
Tonight I'm forsaking the warmth of our fireside for a trip to Pittodrie (Aberdeen FC's stadium) and the likely arctic blast that will ensue. Temperature for this evening is forecast at 1 degree, and the wind from the neighbouring North Sea will "refresh" us too. And of course we'll lose. Why am I going again?
**Useless fact of the day - The largest number of babies born to a woman is 69. From 1725-1765, a Russian peasant woman gave birth to 16 sets of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets**
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