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I Don’t Care How You Get Here, Just Get Here If You Can

“You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man

I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can”

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Photo credit: xisdom @ pixabay.com 

I took some pretty photos yesterday and I am working on a post all about something I saw in Goldfinch yesterday that made me love him even more.

But I have suddenly become filled with panic.  Please forgive me for a deluge of posts all about my romantic life.  I know too many lovey dovey oooey gooey posts are going to become insipid to anyone kind enough to glance over my posts.  But, suddenly I have realized, it is now the end of July…that means I have around four months left with Goldfinch.  Four months!…and then the probability is that I will never ever see him again in my life.

Ugh!  It is horrible, such a horrible horrible realization.  I told him yesterday that he has to come to me in London as often as is possible.  I know he has a lot to do, but I am going to stake a major claim on his time before he leaves.

I am going to become a frightful nag!  “When can you come?”  “Are you free this weekend?”  “You must come to London!”  For the next four months all of my friends are going to have to be patient with me, because I need my fill of Goldfinch before he returns to the opposite side of the planet.

Between London and the opposite side of the planet there are deserts and mountains and oceans and 10,000 miles.  Do you know how that feels?  I had a taste of it for five weeks at the end of last year.  10,000 miles is an awful long way away.

This song used to annoy me because of major over-play on the radio when I was younger, but now, I totally get it!  Totally!  I want him right here, right now, beside me, and I don’t want him out of my sight for the next four months!  That is not possible of course, but spending a wonderful day with him yesterday, his personality clicking in my mind and falling in love with something I have been a bit dubious about, and realizing that time is running out…

I promise you I won’t be overloading you with a post every single day about Goldfinch…I am sure I will lose all my readers if I did!!!  But I am sure there will be a few during the next four months.

What am I going to do?  Australia is such a long long way from London!

Oleta sang it best:

You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

You can reach me by sailboat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down slow, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

I don’t care, I don’t care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here, right now, right by my side (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don’t care how you get here, get here if you can

 

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Breathing Easy After Escaping The Big Chokey Smoke

I have just been for my second interview of the day.  It lasted hours!  It wasn’t like one of those big group interviews when they invite a hundred students and ask them what kind of animal or superhero they would liken themselves to.  It was just me, on my own…let’s ask her three hundred obscure questions.

What is all that about?  To be honest, the interviewer had such an astonishing poker face, I have no idea what he thinks of me, whether he thinks I will suit the role.

There was a stage when a thought ran through my mind:

“If this is the interview before I ever start the job…can you imagine what team meetings must be like???”

I am so exhausted by that marathon interview that I think that for me it is a no…the interview has completely put me off that role, even though it is for a much larger salary.

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Photo Credit: carloyuen @ pixabay.com

But there was something else…as I was leaving I started to get a feel for the area where the business is based.  There are government buildings down one side of the road and tourist attractions all the way down the other.  Right in the heart of Pea-soup City.  The  middle of the big chokey smoke.  Now I am breathing easy after escaping the mire and murk of the City Centre.

It was the murky air that I noticed first…and then the putrid fumes of rose petal tuna fish peppery puffs wafting from the roll ups held by various individuals leaning against walls.  I can still smell it in my hair and on my dress.

The interview was draining, the area was dingy…I did not like it.  I took 46 minutes to travel there, 52 minutes on the return journey.  I am just sure that this is not going to work.  And after the interview went so well this morning, what can I say?

I don’t want to travel into the middle of the big smoke every day…it’s yucky.  I think I am happier working in a relatively more easy-going London suberb.

Aaaah…well this is what interviews are all about.  They have the chance to scrutinise you and, I guess you also have the chance to suss them out and detect if they are going to make your life miserable.

I just remembered I have a post all about interviews:

 

 

 

Posted in Worth A Thousand Words

Thank you to  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith for another beautiful photo prompt.

 

And…yuck it was still hot….hot in the city…tonight…

…which of course brought this back to mind…

 

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

Like many cities, it costs an arm and a leg to rent a place in London..to buy a house here costs your entire soul – which is something that I am not willing to trade just to feel a sense of “ownership” over a few square feet in the middle of the big smoke.

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I am very blessed at the moment with an incredibly reasonable rate of rent which allows me not to become obsessive about my penny-pinching ways.

Not only does it come at a reasonable rate, but the little flat (or apartment – I don’t use that term because it sounds a bit poncey to us Englishees) I live in right now is very pretty and spacious.  It is equipped with every convenience and fully furnished tastefully.

I had a wonderful holiday with family and friends but I was surprised to feel very joyful to be back in my sweet little abode.

One amazing bonus about this flat is how lovely and cool it stays throughout these sweltering days.  While I was away some people stayed in my little pad and they all said it was like paradise coming out of the heat of the day and walking into a chilled little oasis.

biting nailsNow this is on my mind because I have made a decision (I actually made it three weeks ago) and it involves these job interviews I have tomorrow.  I am nail-bitingly nervous about my decision – you know that dread of “what if it all goes wrong?”  What if I cannot pay my rent?  What if I am turned out on to the streets with my suitcase?

I have often pondered what an amazing find this little flat was and what are the chances of finding anywhere half as nice for an affordable rate?  The money that my landlords ask of me – what else could I afford to rent in London?

When I saw this picture prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith, it immediately answered my question – if it all goes wrong…if I find myself without any employment, this is probably about as much as I could afford to rent in London.  I am 5 foot 8 inches, so I am sure my legs would stick out of the washing machine even more than whoever is camping out in the machine in the picture.

For months I have been asking the question in the title of this post.  We have probably all done it at some point whilst in a job that is sucking all the life out of us.  Well…I recently made a decision and acted on it…and now I have to make sure I have the tenacity to make it work, to make it the right decision

But it has really hit home that the cost of living in London means everything is on a knife’s edge…if it all goes wrong…I will be heading for a launderette near you with my pound coins to stake my claim on one of the machines.  I will stick my suitcase up on top of the machine and throw my pillow inside and settle down to sleep .

So….with that optimistic thought in mind, I can going to say goodnight for now as I want to have a good night’s sleep before my interviews tomorrow.

Decisions – SCARY!!!!

 

 

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