It’s depressing to know that, despite being well into my fifties now, I continue be an idiot.

I stupidly succumbed to my Inner Yorkshire and decided to switch my mobile plan to a cheaper option to save a measly $15 a month.

Now I have just been notified that I’m out of mobile data and can’t switch back for another week.

Even worse I opened the app for my mobile provider and reverted to the original plan, only to realise after I had committed to the change that I edited The Duchess’ plan, not mine! She never even uses data so I’ve not saved any money at all!

7 days of having to remember to download podcasts to listen to on the dog walk, and not be able to Google those random questions that spring up in idle thought.

Like “at what age do you get the hang of things?”. I suspect that day may never come. If anyone needs me I’ll be near the wifi access point.

I think I will hold it in until I get home…

A dental practice in Equador have a therapy dog that helps scared children stay calm during treatments. Fantastic idea and another example of how amazing dogs are.

Can you imagine a therapy cat? It would scratch your face and knock the tools onto the floor before flouncing out.

I’ll stop being a dog bore now.

Spent the weekend looking after the neighbour’s dog Max. Total sweetheart who settled within an hour and tolerated Penny’s jealousy well.

Ulterior motive was to see whether Penny would cope with us getting her a little sister in the future. Results inconclusive but suspect if she had a vote it would be along the lines of Hell No!

Yep, pretty much that.

A broken country run by the absolute worst, kept in power by their rich mates who own the media and control the narrative.

So glad to be out of it, but fearful that NZ will go the same way eventually.

It’s my favourite season and we’ve been given a glorious month of weather in NZ. The park is full of fallen leaves and an array of colours before Winter arrives.

Working as a contractor for 20 years invariably teaches you some useful lessons and build up a personal Code of Conduct.

Finishing up at the Ministry of Coughs and Sneezes in February I broke two of my own rules :-

1. Never accept a contract you’re not convinced you want just because it’s the only option available.
2. Always take a break between contracts to give yourself chance to decompress and recharge.

I was too hasty and, given that the contracting market was unusually sluggish, I jumped onto a contract that was too far out of my comfort zone. A perfect storm of narrow focus on a single cloud service I had limited experience of, a large amount of interaction with end users and being ridden by a micromanaging Project Manager combined to rocket my stress levels up into the stratosphere.

Having to exit that contract early and abruptly left my confidence in tatters and forced me to rethink just what I want to achieve in life; “frustrated IT engineer” isn’t really what I had dreamed of as a callow youth.

If anything positive came out of that March Madness it shook me into getting back to my Big Dream which is to be a writer. Sounds laughable when you write it down, especially as a working class person trained from birth to have limited expectations in life, but hey someone has to fill those thousands of hours of TV right?

So at the moment I’m studying the basic “What Not To Do” via book and podcasts, learning how to use scriptwriting app Fade In and generally pulling together ideas. It’ll be a long-term project, with lots of scrunched up paper and rejection letters to go in the bin (or the electronic equivalent at least) but at least “frustrated sitcom writer” will look better on the tombstone than “frustrated IT contractor”.

And the good news is that I’m now back at work contracting to another Government agency, this time in my comfort zone, working amongst friendly people and non-micromanaging PMs and not having to deal with users. And when I finish this – I’M DEFINITELY TAKING A BREAK!

Time to get back to the Top Secret Recipe that Absolutely Can’t Be Shared on Pain of Never Getting Any More Baking from Holly. Or something equally bad.